I have no fear of death.

But I feel a respect for the life of others.

I am humane in spite of myself.

I have for some time past been seriously considering the question which you have just asked me, Monsieur Constantin Marc.

I have pondered over it day and night, and I know now that I could not kill any one.'" At this, Nanteuil, filled with joy, cast upon him a look of contempt.
She feared him no longer, and she could not forgive him for having alarmed her.
She rose.
"Good evening; I have a headache.