You, who know all the secrets of life, tell me how to charm Sibyl Vane to love me! I want to make Romeo jealous.

I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter and grow sad.

I want a breath of our passion to stir their dust into consciousness, to wake their ashes into pain.

My God, Harry, how I worship her!" He was walking up and down the room as he spoke.

Hectic spots of red burned on his cheeks.