It seems wrong to take advantage of your generous forgetfulness of yourself.

When you first told me you loved me, you did not know I was an octoroon, and a--slave." "I knew your mother was a quadroon," he replied; "and as for the rest, no circumstance can degrade _you_, my Rose Royal." "But if your plan should not succeed, how ashamed you would feel to have us seized!" said she.
"It _will_ succeed, dearest.

But even if it should not, you shall never be the property of any man but myself." "_Property_!"! she exclaimed in the proud Gonsalez tone, striving to withdraw herself from his embrace.
He hastened to say: "Forgive me, Rosabella.

I am so intoxicated with happiness that I cannot be careful of my words.

I merely meant to express the joyful feeling that you would be surely mine, wholly mine." While they were talking thus, Floracita had glided out of the room to carry the tidings to Madame.