It drives one mad at times. What would happen to her? Would her soul be shaken, twisted, hypnotized?—as it had been those other times? Music—that took out of her the sense of reality, whirled her into the clouds, that gave to her will the directless energy of a chip of wood on stormy waters. “I”—he seemed to have a difficulty with the word—“I love you. And so bitterly did the carpenter reproach himself with his neglect, that he resolved, at all risks, to go back in search of it. “And think, think”—her voice sank —“of the horrible coarseness!” “What coarseness?” said Ann Veronica. I wonder if you will mind very much when I tell you they were suggested by you. How I envied Gianfrancesco on his wedding night, how I writhed in agony just thinking 171 about his intimacies with you! Then you became pregnant, and there he was, posturing and gloating like the rest of the family, my divinations of a boy in your womb pronounced. It has become a part of the order of my life. It’s like this: You want freedom.
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