? ? ? ? 'The wife of Caesar shall be above reproach.'
? ? ? ? 'Of course, but-'
? ? ? ? 'But I won't be your wife, will I, dear?'
? ? ? ? 'I didn't mean that.'
? ? ? ? 'But you'll love me just as much, and never even think- oh! I know you'll be like other men; you'll grow tired, and- and-'
? ? ? ? 'How can you? I-'
? ? ? ? 'Promise me.'
? ? ? ? 'Yes, yes; I do promise.'
? ? ? ? 'You say it so easily, dear; but how do you know?- or I know? I have so little to give, yet it is so much, and all I have. O, Clyde! promise me you won't?'
? ? ? ? 'There, there! You musn't begin to doubt already.
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