You need not do so.

She would have gone with me, not because of me, but because I was a man who she thought would treat her like a friend, like a comrade; who would love her--sacre, what husband could help make love to such a woman, unless he was in love with himself instead of her!" Jean Jacques rocked to and fro over the lever in his agitation, yet he made no motion to move it.

He was under a spell.
Straight home drove the master-carpenter's reasoning now.

"Kill me, and you lose her for ever.

Kill me, and she will hate you.