Few men have ever got so much out of life as that assurance gives me.

That I, peasant-born, beneath you, should have won your heart, that I should have been permitted to hold you to my breast, to feel that heart beat against my own, to drink of the treasures of your lips, to kiss your eyes that shine upon me---- Oh, my God, what have I done to deserve it all?
And it is better, far better, having had thus much and being stopped from anything further, that I should go to my grave in this sweet recollection.

Could I live to think of you as his wife ?" "If you will only live I will die myself." "And could I purchase life at that price?
No.

We have duties to perform--hard, harsh words in a woman's ear, common accustomed phrase to a soldier.

I have to die for my honor and you have to marry for yours." "Monsieur," broke in the sharp, somewhat high, thin voice of the old Marquis standing by the door, "the court-martial brands you as a traitor.