Smile at me! Say something!" Gretchen was hanging to the bars now; her body, held in the vise of growing terror, was almost a dead weight.
"Gretchen, forgive me!" despairingly.
"He asks me to forgive him!" dully.

"For what ?" "For being a villain! Yes," his voice keen with agony.

"I _am_ the king of Jugendheit.

But am I less a man for that?
Ah, God help me, I have a right to love like other men! Do not doubt me, Gretchen; do not think that I played with you.

I love you better than my crown, better than my honor!" "Take care, nephew!" came Prince Ludwig's warning.