I want to fight with you.

By Heaven! you don't know how I could fight for you.' Her head had fallen upon his breast again; he felt her sob, and broke into vehement speech--passionate assurances of love half spoken, ejaculations, fierce endearments, tender words--then was as suddenly silent again, and stood over her with his lips amongst her hair until her mood passed.
'I will come to-night,' he whispered, when at length she ceased weeping.
'No,' she said, and she was strong again.

'In asking you to be silent I make you false to your people.

I do ask that, but no more.

Harry, you must not come again.