That penalty I am prepared to pay rather than lose you.

I will become obdurate, will turn my heart to stone, so that it shall no more melt at the tears of this fond, foolish woman; and I will slay her without remorse.

Any other obstacle between us shall be removed;--be it her mother, her father--your husband! I will immolate a hundred victims at the altar of our love.

I will shrink from nothing to make you mine for ever.

For I would rather share eternal bale with you, Frances, than immortal bliss with another." "You almost make me fancy some evil being has obtained possession of you, William," said the Countess, gazing at him with affright.
"It may be that the Fiend himself hath accepted my wild offer," he rejoined gloomily; "but if my wish be granted it matters not." "I will not listen to such fearful impiety," said the Countess, shuddering.