What would your life be if I were dead?
Child, child, you love me even as I love you." I caught her suddenly to me with infinite tenderness, with reverence almost.

"Can you lend no ear to the voice of this love?
Can you not have faith in me a little?
Can you not think that if I were quite as unworthy as you make-believe to your very self, this love could have no place ?" "It has no place!" she cried.

"You lie--as in all things else.

I do not love you.

I hate you.