I actually believed that I could gain your affection.

I said to myself that one day you would be moved by my deep passion for you.

I was a fool.

As if love or affection could ever penetrate the icy barriers that guarded your heart." "You have no pity," wailed she.
He gazed upon her with eyes in which the pent-up anger of twenty years blazed and consumed slowly.

"And you, what are you?
I drained to the bottom the poisoned cup held out to a deceived husband by an unfaithful wife.