"So," replied de Winter, laughing, "that beautiful hair so skillfully disheveled, that white skin, and that languishing look, have not yet seduced you, you heart of stone?"
„Alzoo,” hernam de Winter lachende, „hebben dat fraaie hoofdhaar, zoo sierlijk ten toon gespreid, dat blanke vel en die smachtende blik uw steenen hart nog niet vermurwd?”