And that you stole it.
Pre. O you will not dare
To utter such a fiendish lie!
Vic. Not dare?
Look in my face, and say if there is aught
I have not dared, I would not dare for thee!
(She rushes into his arms.)
Pre. ’Tis thou! ’tis thou! Yes; yes; my heart’s elected!
My dearest-dear Victorian! my soul’s heaven!
Where hast thou been so long! Why didst thou leave me?