“—Punis-moi de mon orgueil atroce, lui disait-elle, en le serrant dans ses bras de façon à l’étouffer; tu es mon maître, je suis ton esclave, il faut que je te demande pardon à genoux d’avoir voulu me révolter.

Elle quittait ses bras pour tomber à ses pieds.

—Oui, tu es mon maître, lui disait-elle encore, ivre de bonheur et d’amour; règne à jamais sur moi, punis sévèrement ton esclave quand elle voudra se révolter.”

Le Rouge et le Noir  :: Stendhal, 1830 ::

“Punish me for my awful pride,” she said to him, clasping him in her arms so tightly as almost to choke him. ” You are my master, dear, I am your slave. I must ask your pardon on my knees for having tried to rebel.

” She left his arms to fall at his feet.

” Yes,” she said to him, still intoxicated with happiness and with love, ” you are my master, reign over me for ever. When your slave tries to revolt, punish her severely.”

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