"Poor woman!" My heart swelled in me as if it would burst.

I lifted my hand from his bosom, and laid it on his shoulder to support myself.
"I don't ask you to pity me, Eustace; I ask you to do me justice.

You are not doing me justice.

If you had trusted me with the truth in the days when we first knew that we loved each other--if you had told me all, and more than all that I know now--as God is my witness I would still have married you! _Now_ do you doubt that I believe you are an innocent man!" "I don't doubt it," he said.

"All your impulses are generous, Valeria.
You are speaking generously and feeling generously.