But you, you must be a princess.

You must steel your heart against the invasion of love, unless it comes from a state equal or superior to your own.

It is harsh and cruel, but it is a law that will neither bend nor break.

Do you understand me ?" The girl stared blindly at the wall.

"Yes, father." "It is all my fault," said the duke, deeply agitated, for the girl trembled under his touch.
"I shall not ride with him any more." "There's a good girl," patting her shoulder.
"I have been a princess such a little while." He kissed the wheaten-colored hair.