I will not leave him to you.

You are not worthy of him." "Listen, Maud," said Boleslas, sadly, after a pause, "remember that it is perhaps the last time we shall meet....

To-morrow, if I am killed, you shall do as you like....

If I live, I promise to consent to any arrangement that will be just....

What I ask of you is--and I have the right, notwithstanding my faults--in the name of our early years of wedded life, in the name of that son himself, to leave me in a different way, to have a feeling, I don't say of pardon, but of pity." "Did you have it for me," she replied, "when you were following your passion by way of my heart?
No!"....