Mauprat
"Open the door," she said, "and go out first, or I will kill myself. See, I have your hunting-knife. You left it by the side of the trap-door. To return to your uncles you will have to walk through my blood."
Her resolute manner frightened me.
"Give me that knife," I said, "or, be the consequences what they may, I will take it from you by force."
"Do you think I am afraid to die?" she said calmly. "If this knife had only been in my hand yonder in the château, I should not have humbled myself before you."
"Confound it!" I cried, "you have deceived me. Your love is a sham. Begone! I despise you. I will not follow such as you."
At the same time I opened the door.
"I would not go without you," she cried; "and you—you would not have me go without dishonour. Which of us is the more generous?"
"You are mad," I said. "You have lied to me; and you do not know what to do to make a fool of me. However, you shall not go out from here without swearing that your marriage with the lieutenant-general or any other man shall not take place before you have been my mistress."
"Your mistress!" she said. "Are you dreaming? Could you not at least soften the insult by saying your wife?"
"That is what any one of my uncles would say in my place; because they would care only about your dowry. But I—I yearn for nothing but your beauty. Swear, then, that you will be mine first; afterwards you shall be free, on my honour. And if my jealousy prove so fierce that it may not be borne, well, since a man may not go from his word, I will blow my brains out."
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