How can I bring anything to lay at your feet, my dear! my dear! if I do not ?" "Impossible!" Wilfrid reiterated, as one who had found moorings in the word.
"Then I will give up Italy!" He had not previously acted hypocrite with this amazing girl.
Nevertheless, it became difficult not to do so.

He could scarcely believe that he had on a sudden, and by strange agency, slipped into an earnest situation.

Emilia's attitude and tone awakened him to see it.
Her hands were clenched straight down from the shoulders: all that she conceived herself to be renouncing for his sake was expressed in her face.
"Would you, really ?" he murmured.
"I will!" "And be English altogether ?" "Be yours!" "Mine ?" "Yes; from this time." Now stirred his better nature: though not before had he sceptically touched her lips and found them cold, as if the fire had been taken out of them by what they had uttered.

He felt that it was no animal love, but the force of a soul drawn to him; and, forgetting the hypocritical foundation he had laid, he said: "How proud I shall be of you!" "I shall go with you to battle," returned Emilia.
"My little darling! You won't care to see those black fellows killed, will you ?" Emilia shuddered.

"No; poor things! Why do you hurt them?
Kill wicked people, tyrant white-coats! And we will not talk of killing now.