But even if a woman of whom I knew absolutely nothing were to appeal to me, exclaiming, 'I implore your help, your protection!' I should, without stopping to consider, place my sword and my arm at her disposal, and devote myself to her service.

How much more eagerly would I die for you, madam, whose beauty has ravished my heart! What do you demand of me?
Tell me what you desire me to do." "Prevent this duel; don't allow an interview to take place between your uncle and the man whom he mentioned.

Tell me you will do this, and I shall be safe; for you have never learned to lie; I know." "Of course he hasn't, you may be sure of that, you simpleton!" muttered Maitre Quennebert in his corner.

"If you only knew what a mere novice you are at that game compared with the chevalier! If you only knew whom you had before you!" "At your age," went on Angelique, "one cannot feign--the heart is not yet hardened, and is capable of compassion.

But a dreadful idea occurs to me--a horrible suspicion! Is it all a devilish trick--a snare arranged in joke?
Tell me that it is not all a pretence! A poor woman encounters so much perfidy.