It is yours by right--take it, and enjoy it if you can.

I'll have no reward for work like this." He turned from her with a look that would have stricken her to the heart could she have seen it.

She felt it, and it seemed to augment some secret anguish, for she pressed her hands against her bosom with an expression of deep suffering, exclaiming passionately, "Yes, I _will_ keep it, since I am to lose all else.

I am tired of pity.

Power is sweet, and I will use it.