Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.

A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse: a spring shut up--a fountain sealed.' Some day she will cry out, with the Shulamite, 'Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.' She belongs to us, my dear Larinski--my dear partner; she had yielded, and you and I share the honour of the victory.
I presented myself before her, and my presence did not displease her.

I related to her your history, as you would have related it yourself, with delicacy and simplicity, neither adding nor omitting.

Her heart was touched; her heart was taken captive.

You will wed her--she will bear your name; but you will marry her by proxy, and I shall be your proctor.
I promise to consider myself your mandatory, or, to express it better, you will own the property and I will have the usufruct.