Yet courage! the poison is arrested, the poisoner is no more.

Minds like thine, stern woman, are cased in coffers of steel, and the rust as yet has gnawed no deeper than the surface.

So over that face, stamped with bodily suffering, plays a calm smile of triumph.

The schemer has baffled the schemer! Turn now to the right, pass by that narrow corridor: you are in the marriage-chamber; the windows are closed; tall tapers burn at the foot of the bed.

Now go back to that narrow corridor.