But what couldn't you make me do?
lick lepers, swallow live toads, seduce Brigitte--yes, if you say so, I'll impale my own heart on that great picket-rail to please you." "You frightened me this morning," she said.
"But this evening you are reassured.

Yes," he added, "no harm will ever happen to you through me." "You are, I must acknowledge, a most extraordinary man." "Why, no! the smallest as well as the greatest of my efforts are merely the reflections of the flame which you have kindled.

I intend to be your son-in-law that we may never part.

My wife, heavens! what could she be to me but a machine for child-bearing?
whereas the divinity, the sublime being will be--you," he whispered in her ear.
"You are Satan!" she said, in a sort of terror.
"No, I am something of a poet, like all the men of my region.

Come, be my Josephine! I'll go and see you to-morrow.