Sir Brian de Bois-Guilbert:
Rebecca, you must blame the fates that it was I who loved you, and not Ivanhoe - for you were always mine, and only mine - God keep you.
[dies]
Rebecca:
My lady, in death he spoke the truth.
Lady Rowena:
Do you still love Ivanhoe?
Rebecca:
No, my lady. I stole a little happiness, perhaps - but not from you - or him - only from my dreams.
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