“You deceive yourself.”
“I see myself dying if I leave you, Maria.”
“You deceive yourself.”
“I still want you. I want you always.”
“You deceive yourself.”
“I love you, Maria. I swear it; I love you.”
“You lie!” she cried, with a voice vibrant with anger and with a heightened complexion.
“I love you, I love you,” he cried more weakly.
“You lie! You lie!”
“I love you,” he murmured, with lowered eyes.