Better, a hundred times better so--for me." "And for me?
Why may I not save you and her ?" "It is impossible!" "Nothing is impossible to love," he answered.

"The nights are long, the wall is not too high! No wall is too high for love! It is but a league to the frontier, and I am strong." "Who would receive us ?" she asked sadly.

"Who would shelter us?
In Savoy, if we were not held for sorcery, we should be delivered to the Inquisition." "We might gain friends ?" "With what?
No," she continued, her hands cleaving more tightly to him; "you must go, dear love! Dear love! You must go! It is all you can do for me, and it is much! Oh, indeed, it is much! It is very much!" He drew her to him as near as the settle would permit, until she was kneeling on it, and in spite of her faint resistance he could look into her eyes.

"Were you in my place, would you leave me ?" he asked.
"Yes," she lied bravely, "I would." But the flash of resentment in her eyes gave her voice the lie, and he laughed joyfully.

"You would not!" he said.