Death--whether it be his body or his love, ends all for the woman who really loves him.

Woman's loss is eternal.

But man's loss is only temporary--he is made that way, fashioned so.

Now I tell you the exchange is not fair--it has never been fair--never will be, never can be.

And I warn you not to give this man the freshness of your youth, the happy years of your life, your innocence, the devotion which he will transmute into passion with his accursed magic! I warn you not to forsake the tranquillity of ignorance, the blessed immunity from that devil's paradise that you are already gazing into--" "Rita! Rita! What are you saying ?" "I scarcely know, child.