I know why you are willing to listen to me, this last time, so patiently, with only now and then a sneer and a cutting laugh." "Why ?" "In order to make me suffer the more.

You will never forgive me now, for you know that I know, and that alone is a sin past all forgiveness, and over and above that I am guilty of the crime of loving when you have no love for me." "And as a last resource you come to me and recapitulate your misdeeds.
The plan is certainly original, though it lacks wit." "There is least wit where there is most love, Unorna.

I take no account of the height of my folly when I see the depth of my love, which has swallowed up myself and all my life.

In the last hour I have known its depth and breadth and strength, for I have seen what it can bear.

And why should I complain of it?
Have I not many times said that I would die for you willingly--and is it not dying for you to die of love for you?
To prove my faith it were too easy a death.