Nay, be not alarmed.

I have kept it to myself hitherto, and will keep it to the end.

You wish me dead, I say; and you shall have your wish--but not in the way you propose.

Having lost your love, I am become indifferent to life--or, rather, life is grown intolerable to me.

But though death may be a release, it must not come from your hand." "You cannot mean to destroy yourself, Elizabeth ?" cried Lord Roos, appalled.
"I mean to trouble you no longer.