I want to please you.

Be reasonable.

They have turned me out like a vagabond.

If I went back with you, you would always be fighting for my sake, and I don't want that." At this the young man again pressed a kiss upon her lips, murmuring: "You shall be my wife, and nobody will then dare to hurt you." "Oh! please, I entreat you!" she said, with a stifled cry; "don't kiss me so.

You hurt me." Then, after a short silence: "You know quite well that I cannot be your wife now.