Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer, Eugene Aram — Book 3, Chapter IX.
“ Leave it to time and your love to win their inevitable way. Ask not too much from me now. And mark, mark, I pray you, whenever, in spite of myself, these moods you refer to darken over me, heed not, listen not—Leave me! solitude is their only cure! promise me this, love—promise." "It is a harsh request, Eugene, and I do not think I will grant you so complete a monopoly of thought;" answered Madeline, playfully, yet half in earnest. "Madeline," said Aram, with a deep solemnity of manner, "I ask a request on which my very love for you depends. ”
