The Prisoner of Zenda

Your ring will always be on my finger, your heart in my heart, the touch of your lips on mine.

"If love were the only thing, I would follow you—in rags, if need be—to the world's end; for you hold my heart in the hollow of your hand! But is love the only thing?"

Somehow love gives even to a dull man the knowledge of his lover's heart.

a sick man shrinks from puzzles,

If love were all!

looking on her, cursing heaven that young Rupert's sword had spared me for this sharper pang.

He was caught by her beauty, perhaps; perhaps it was enough for him that she belonged to another man, and that she hated him.

He was a man of strong passions, but of stronger will, and his cool head ruled both. He was content to take all and give nothing.

"I can't kill where I've kissed,"

And then I heard the sobs of the King. He was alone, as he thought. Who dares mock at him?