often make use of it, but most of the time I reject it. Then I see you, and I forget everything."
"Dear and delicate friend, why has Heaven created us for each other? Who knows what it reserves for us?"
"It is a fatal destiny which could bring about our happiness only at the expense of a crime."
"Is there any crime in loving? To me the only crime is in separating two beings who love each other."
"There is," said the princess putting her hand on the heart of the marquis, "the altar where I make an oath to cherish you all my life."
"Ah, let me seal it with my hand on that hand that I want for my own. Let the one of us who will go back on that oath perish immediately."
And the most ardent kiss on that hand held so tightly became the most tender token of their eternal fidelity.