"It is Geraldine!" And wholly overcome, wholly speechless with anguish, he sank into a seat.
Geraldine flew to him; she crouched at his feet; she seized his drooping hand and covered it with kisses.

And amid streaming tears, often interrupted by her sighs and her sobs, she recounted to him the sad and unhappy history of her love; she unveiled before him the whole web of cunning and deceit, that her father had drawn around them both.

She laid her whole heart open and unveiled before him.

She told him of her love, of her agonies, of her ambition, and her remorse.

She accused herself; but she pleaded her love as an excuse, and with streaming tears, clinging to his knees, she implored him for pity, for forgiveness.
He thrust her violently from him, and stood up in order to escape her touch.