"Wilhelmine, do not drive me mad with sorrow," he cried, trembling with excitement and anger.

"Is it my fault that I cannot protect you against him?
Have I not defended you from all the rest of the world?
Have I ever allowed any one to treat you with contempt ?" "I have never given occasion for it, dearest.

I have studiously avoided all men, to escape their contempt and scorn.

Shame is hard to bear, fearfully hard.

I felt it today, as his beautiful eyes flashed upon me with contempt, as his haughty language crushed me to the earth.