She will not listen to me: I did not want her to come here.

I never knew she was here, and she will die to-morrow.

They will put her beautiful round throat under the guillotine.

Tell her, good old man, tell her how sweet life is; and how I can save her; and how I will not ask for more than just to see her from time to time.

She is so young; and death is annihilation, you know.