Edward Bulwer-Lytton

“ When thou art gone, the day seems a shade more dark; but the shadow soon flies. I miss thee not; I think not of thee: no, I love thee not; and I will give myself only where I love."
"But I would teach thee to love me: fear it not. Nay, such love as thou describest, in our tranquil climates, is the love of innocence and youth."
Of innocence!" said Viola. "Is it so? Perhaps" — she paused, and added, with an effort, "Foreigner! and wouldst thou wed the orphan? Ah! thou at least art generous. It is not the innocence thou wouldst destroy!"
Glyndon drew back, conscience-stricken. ”

“ Be silent, Gionetta! Why have I only thee and my own terrors to consult beautiful sun!" and the girl pressed her hand to her heart with wild energy; "thou lightest every spot but this. Go, Gionetta! leave me alone — leave me!"
"And indeed it is time I should leave you; for the polenta will be spoiled, and you have eat nothing all day. If you don't eat you will lose your beauty, my darling, and then nobody will care for you. Nobody cares for us when we grow ugly — I know that; and then you must, like old Gionetta, get some Viola of your own to spoil. ”