"Will you not release me, miserable?
Must I call for help?
Oh, you shall suffer for this! As there is a Heaven, you shall be punished!" But in my passion I held her, despite entreaties, threats, and struggles.

I was brutal, if you will.

Yet think of what was in my soul at being so misjudged, at finding myself in this position, and deal not over harshly with me.

The courage to confess which I had lacked for days, came to me then.

I must tell her.