Promise me, Dorothy, that you will never again allow a jealous thought to enter your heart.

You have no cause for jealousy, nor will you ever have.

If you permit that hateful passion to take possession of you, it will bring ruin in its wake." "It was, indeed, foolish in me," cried Dorothy, springing to her feet and clasping her hands tightly; "and I promise never again to feel jealousy.
Malcolm, its faintest touch tears and gnaws at my heart and racks me with agony.

But I will drive it out of me.

Under its influence I am not responsible for my acts.