Stop while you can.

I can be sorry for you, but I will not let him go from me.

He is my lover." Emilia closed her lips abruptly.

She produced more effect than was visible.

Lady Charlotte drew out a letter, saying, "Perhaps this will satisfy you." "Nothing!" cried Emilia, jumping to her feet.
"Read it--read it; and, for heaven's sake, ma fille sauvage, don't think I'm here to fight for the man! He is not Orpheus; and our modern education teaches us that it's we who are to be run after.