"My companion is brave. He does not fear death. And, in any case, he would prefer death to life purchased at the price you name."
So saying, he let go Antinea's wrists. Her pallor was terrible. From the expression of her mouth I felt that this would be her last word to him.
"Listen," she said.
How beautiful she was, in her scorned majesty, her beauty powerless for the first time!
"Listen," she continued. "Listen. For the last time. Remember that I hold the gates of this palace, that I have supreme power over your life. Remember that you breathe only at my pleasure. Remember...."
"I have remembered all that," said Morhange.
"A last time," she repeated.
The serenity of Morhange's face was so powerful that I scarcely noticed his opponent. In that transfigured countenance, no trace of worldliness remained.
"A last time," came Antinea's voice, almost breaking.
Morhange was not even looking at her.