My soul revolts at it.

And though I myself have received a mortal affront from your wife's mother, Lady Lake; though she has poured forth all the malice of which she is capable upon my devoted head; yet I would rather forgive her--rather sue for pity from her than go the fearful length you propose.

No, William.

The pang of parting from you will indeed be terrible, but it must be endured.

Fate wills it so, and it is therefore useless to struggle against it." "O, recall those words, Frances!" cried the young nobleman, throwing himself at her feet, and clasping her hands passionately.