For their revenge! Thou hadst trampled on the worm—
It turned and stung thee!
Pauline.
Love, sir, hath no sting.
What was the slight of a poor powerless girl
To the deep wrong of this most vile revenge?
Oh, how I loved this man!—a serf—a slave!
Mel.
Hold, lady! No, not a slave! Despair is free.
I will not tell thee of the throes—the struggles—