I wear your livery, I am the faithful servant who has the right to go with you.

Oh! no, no, we will be parted no longer.

I shall stay with you." Clasping both arms around his neck, she pressed a glowing kiss upon his lips.
But Kolbielsky released himself from the sweet embrace and gently pushed her back.

"That can never be--never will I accept such a sacrifice from you.

No, you shall not bury your beauty, your youthful bloom in a living tomb.