But she loved Philip: she loved him down to shipwreck and drowning: she gave battle for him, and against her father; all the place here and the country's alive with their meetings and partings:--she can't have married! She wouldn't change her religion for her lover: how can she have done it for this prince?
Why, it's to swear false oaths!--unless it's possible for a woman to slip out of herself and be another person after a death like that of a love like hers.' Patrick stopped: the idea demanded a scrutiny.
'She's another person for me,' he said.

'Here's the worst I ever imagined of her!--thousands of miles and pits of sulphur beyond the worst and the very worst! I thought her fickle, I thought her heartless, rather a black fairy, perched above us, not quite among the stars of heaven.

I had my ideas.

But never that she was a creature to jump herself down into a gulf and be lost for ever.

She's gone, extinguished--there she is, under the penitent's hoodcap with eyeholes, before the faggots! and that's what she has married!--a burning torment, and none of the joys of martyrdom.