But she remembered well the promise she had made, and the words of it.

'Your vow was for ever and ever.' When she heard those words repeated from his lips, her heart too was broken.

All idea of holding herself before him as one injured but ready to forgive was gone from her.

If by falling at his feet and owning herself to be vile and mansworn she might get his pardon, she was ready now to lie there on the ground before him.
'O George!' she said; 'O George!' 'What is the use of that now ?' he replied, turning away from her.
He had thrown his thunderbolt, and he had nothing more to say.

He had seen that he had not thrown it quite in vain, and he would have been contented to be away and back at Colmar.