Speak, in mercy! Say that it is but semblance--that thou art not the Marie I have so loved." "It is true--I am that Marie.

I have wronged thee most cruelly, most falsely," she answered, in a tone low and collected indeed, but expressive of intense suffering.

"It is too late now, either to atone or to explain.

Leave me, Senor Stanley: I am another's!" "Too late to explain?
By heaven but thou shalt!" burst fiercely and wrathfully from Stanley.

"Is it not enough, that thou hast changed my whole nature into gall, made truth itself a lie, purity a meaningless word, but thou wilt shroud thyself under the specious hood of duty to another, when, before heaven, thou wast mine alone.