When my sister saw me, she rose, and taking my hand, said, He is here, even at our wish; this is Lionel, my brother. 玛丽·雪莱.最后一个人.
Lionel, you hear: witness for me: persuade your sister to forgive the injury I have done her; persuade her to be mine. 玛丽·雪莱.最后一个人.
Yet Lionel, when I say this, believe me I look back with regret to our tranquil life at Windsor. 玛丽·雪莱.最后一个人.
Go you to England, Lionel; return to sweet Idris and dearest Adrian; return, and let my orphan girl be as a child of your own in your house. 玛丽·雪莱.最后一个人.
Why, Lionel, said Adrian, what did you intend? 玛丽·雪莱.最后一个人.
Return speedily, Lionel. 玛丽·雪莱.最后一个人.
First, I must thank you, Lionel, for having remained here at my request. 玛丽·雪莱.最后一个人.
I must go, Lionel--the Gods will it; and I must. 玛丽·雪莱.最后一个人.
You must nominate me, Lionel; Ryland, for shame, cannot shew himself; but you, my friend, will do me this service? 玛丽·雪莱.最后一个人.
I entreated her to speak to me: Not now, she replied, nor do you speak to me, my dear Lionel; you can say nothing, for you know nothing. 玛丽·雪莱.最后一个人.
My brother, she cried, protector of my childhood, dear, most dear Lionel, my fate hangs by a thread. 玛丽·雪莱.最后一个人.
He came up to me: Verney, he cried, Lionel Verney, do we meet thus for the first time? 玛丽·雪莱.最后一个人.
But do not you see, Lionel, the drift of our noble friend; a drift, perhaps, unknown to himself, but apparent to me. 玛丽·雪莱.最后一个人.
But come--come with me, Lionel; here I must not stay,--we can get a chaise at the nearest post-house; yet perhaps we have time! 玛丽·雪莱.最后一个人.
Then weeping, she clung to me: Take me to him, she cried, unkind Lionel, why do you keep me here? 玛丽·雪莱.最后一个人.
But, O, Lionel! 玛丽·雪莱.最后一个人.
Why, she again asked, do you tremble, Lionel, what shakes you thus? 玛丽·雪莱.最后一个人.
My dear Lionel, we are married men, and find employment sufficient in amusing our wives, and dancing our children. 玛丽·雪莱.最后一个人.
Do not catechise me, Lionel; I will do my duty by her, be assured. 玛丽·雪莱.最后一个人.
Tell me, Lionel, do you consent that I should marry this young lady? 玛丽·雪莱.最后一个人.
Lionel, you cannot understand what woman's love is. 玛丽·雪莱.最后一个人.
Dearest Lionel, you cannot guess what I have suffered during these long months. 玛丽·雪莱.最后一个人.
So much, my dearest Lionel, I have said, wishing to persuade you that I do right. 玛丽·雪莱.最后一个人.
A strange star, my Lionel, ruled our birth; sadly and with dismay we may look upon the annihilation of man; but we remain for each other. 玛丽·雪莱.最后一个人.
To you, Lionel, I entrust your sister and her child. 玛丽·雪莱.最后一个人.