My life, and therefore my honor, is in mine own hands." "Be not so mad!" said Zicci.

"Hark! do you hear the neigh of my steed?
It is an alarm that warns us of the approaching peril.

Haste, or you are lost." "Why do you care for me ?" said the girl, bitterly.

"Thou hast read my heart; thou knowest that I would fly with thee to the end of the world, if I were but sure of thy love; that all sacrifice of womanhood's repute were sweet to me, if regarded as the proof and seal of affection.

But to be bound beneath the weight of a cold obligation; to be the beggar on the eyes of Indifference; to throw myself on one who loves me not,--that were indeed the vilest sin of my sex.