"Do not press my arm so tightly, I beg you."
"This loving pressure is a magnetic effect of the fire which consumes my heart, and which snaps devilishly so near to you!"
"Are you going to begin again to talk to me of your love? I thought that you were cured."
"Cured! I!—Better to die than to be cured! What would you have me talk about, sweet friend, when I am with you?"
"Have you forgotten, pray, that I am only a servant, upon whom you conferred too much honor simply by looking at her?"
"A man may say that when he is angry, my dear; but, in reality, he does not mean a word of it."
"Oh!" cried Miretta, suddenly stopping at a street corner; "I am sure now that it is you who have lost your way! I recognize this street perfectly; it runs into the street I live on; you have brought me back to the quarter I came from."
"Sandis! I am taking you where you want to go. Come, we shall soon be there."
"No!" cried the girl, as she withdrew her arm from the chevalier's, refusing to go any farther; "no! I will not go with you, for it is not possible that the Pont-aux-Choux is in this direction."
Passedix tried to take Miretta's arm again; she resisted, but the Gascon was excited, and he was determined not to let the girl escape him anew.