“She’s sensitive soul, far too sensitive to be married to an ass like Gianfrancesco. " "For mercy's sake, go on!" cried Winifred. He drew her away from this thought. She would not look at him, would not think of him; when her mind wavered, then she muttered to herself in the darkness so as to keep hold of her generalizations. But it's French manners, I suppose. They were at the corner of Pall Mall now, and had come to a standstill. “And to think that it’s not a full year ago since I was a black-hearted rebel school-girl, distressed, puzzled, perplexed, not understanding that this great force of love was bursting its way through me! All those nameless discontents—they were no more than love’s birth-pangs.
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