Letitia Elizabeth Landon,
The Head
(1833)
“ I would rather at this very moment see you dead at my feet than even dream of you as loving another." The countess turned pale; there was nothing in herself that responded to this burst of passion, and terror was her paramount sensation. "You are too violent," said she, in a faltering voice. "Too sincere, you mean," replied he. "Amalie, our present life is intolerable; I cannot endure longer these stolen and brief interviews. Why should we thus waste life's short season of existence? we shall not live long,—let us live together. Amalie, you must fly with me." ”
