Do as you please with my estates.

There is an abyss between us; you can never cross it, and I shall never make the attempt." "Supposing I had a heart," quietly; "how would you go about to wring it ?" "There are easier riddles, Monsieur.

If you waked to the sense of what it is to love, waked as a sleeping volcano wakes, and I knew the object of this love, it is possible that I might find a way to wring your heart.

But I refuse to concern myself with such ridiculous impossibilities." It was the tone, not the words, that cut; but the marquis gave no sign.
He was tired physically and felt himself mentally incompetent to play at repartee.

Besides, he had already lost too much through his love of this double-edged sword.
"Suppose it was belated paternal love, as well as the sense of justice, that brings me into this desert ?" The Chevalier never knew what it cost the proud old man to utter these words.
"Monsieur," laughing rudely, "you are, and always will be, the keenest wit in France!" "I am an old man," softly.