She has power over you, as she has over me, but the power to make you love her she has not.

She will destroy you, and your state will be no better than mine to-day.

We shall have moved on a step, for I shall be dead and you will be the madman, and she will have found another to love and to torture.

The world is full of them.

Her altar will never lack sacrifices." The Wanderer's face was grave.
"You may be mad or not," he said.