“What you ask is a thing I have never done for anyone.”
“Well, do it for me, for I swear to you that I don’t love you as the others have loved you.”
“Well, keep it; but it only depends on me to make it useless to you, after all.”
“How?”
“There are bolts on the door.”
“Wretch!”
“I will have them taken off.”
“You love, then, a little?”
“I don’t know how it is, but it seems to me as if I do! Now, go; I can’t keep my eyes open.”
I held her in my arms for a few seconds and then went.