We looked at death, you and I together, not once but many times, and you, at least, kept him at bay.

But that is past.

To-day we are going back to the commonplace.
We must forget what happened in the land of dreams.

I will never love any man but you, Philip; yet--I cannot marry you." "You will marry me--in Pernambuco." "I will not because I may not.

Oh, spare me any more of this! I cannot bear it.