She shook her head, the tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Oh, why didn’t you let me alone?" she cried, forlornly.
"My girl, how could I? I couldn’t lose you," he said, surprised. "I couldn’t let you go."
"But you must!"
"But I won’t!"
"If you do really love me, you won’t make me so miserable——”
"Angelica, I don’t love like that. I don’t care whether you’re unhappy or not. I want you! I am mad for you! Even if it means your damnation and ruin, on earth and in hell! I don’t care for anything but you—not for God Himself!"
"Don’t talk like that!"
"It’s true. I know well what I’m doing. For you I’ve lost my immortal soul. I haven’t a soul now. I love you as Satan loves. I want to drag you down to hell with me!"
Angelica, however, was by no means so concerned with hell as she was with this world.