I know all.

Twill not consent to destroy ALL I love." She then begged hard for leave to send the letter.
Rose gave an impetuous refusal.

"What could you say to him?
foolish thing, don't you know him, and his vanity?
When you had exposed yourself to him, and showed him I had insulted him for you, do you think he would forgive me?
No! this is to make light of my love--to make me waste the sacrifice I have made.

I feel that sacrifice as much as you do, more perhaps, and I would rather die in a convent than waste that night of shame and agony.

Come, promise me, no more attempts of that kind, or we are sisters no more, friends no more, one heart and one blood no more." The weaker nature, weakened still more by ill-health and grief, was terrified into submission, or rather temporized.