You do not understand me; no matter: what I am now about to say will be more easy to comprehend.
I tell thee to tear from thy heart all thought of me: thou hast yet the power.

If thou wilt not obey me, thou must reap the seeds that thou wilt sow.

Glyndon, if thou acceptest his homage, will love thee throughout life; I, too, can love thee." "You, you--" "But with a lukewarm and selfish love, and one that cannot last.

Thou wilt be a flower in my path; I inhale thy sweetness and pass on, caring not what wind shall sup thee, or what step shall tread thee to the dust.
Which is the love thou wouldst prefer ?" "But do you, can you love me,--you, you, Zicci,--even for an hour?
Say it again." "Yes, Isabel; I am not dead to beauty, and yours is that rarely given to the daughters of men.

Yes, Isabel, I could love thee!" Isabel uttered a cry of joy, seized his hand, and kissed it through burning and impassioned tears.