I have read--many romances, my heart not lacking interest.

Always I have read, I have dreamed, of some man who should carry me away, who should oblige me--Ah, Madame! what girl has not in her soul some hero?
Almost I was about to say it was the sight, the words, of the boldness, the audacity of this assassin, this brute, who has brought us here by force--the words of his love so passionate to madame, which stirred in my own heart the passion! That I might be stolen! It was the dream of my youth! And now comes this Hector, far more bold and determined than this Mr.Dunwodee.

That assassin, that brute _began_, but hesitated.

Ah, Hector has not hesitated! Seeing that he would in any case possess myself, would carry me away, I yielded, but with honor and grace, Madame.

As between Monsieur Dunwodee and Hector--_il y a une difference_, Madame!" "_Je crois qu' oui_, Jeanne--_Je le crois_! But it comes to the same thing, eh?
You forsake me ?" "Madame, I confess sometimes in my heart there comes a desire for a home, for a place where one may abide, where one may cease to wander." Josephine sat silent for a moment.