"Because Cesare Dias was right, Anna," he answered quietly.
"Oh, horror! Horrible sacrilege of love!" cried Anna, starting back.
In her despair she had unconsciously allowed her shawl to drop from her shoulders; it had fallen to the ground, at her feet. And now she stood up before him like a white, desolate phantom, impelled by sorrow to wander the earth on a quest that can never have an end.
But he had a desperate courage, though it forced him to break with the only woman he had ever loved.
"Cesare Dias was right, my dearest Anna. I couldn't answer him. I'm a poor young fellow, without a farthing."
"Love is stronger than money."
"I am a commoner, I have no title to give you."
"Love is stronger than a title."
"Everything is against our union, Anna."
"Love is stronger than everything; stronger even than death."