"Are you not near me?
Your heart and mine have belonged to each other since that day in the snow.

If my father is angry because I serve other masters than his, you, yes you, must reconcile us again.

I could stay in Aalst no longer." "With the mutineers ?" she asked sadly.

"Ulrich, Ulrich, that you should return to us thus!" He again seized her hand, and when she tried to withdraw it, only smiled, saying with the confidence of a man, who is sure of his cause: "Cast aside this foolish reserve.

To-morrow you will freely give me, not only one hand, but both.