‘And me?’
‘Oh, you’re mad because you wish to blow off my head. Her voice was soft and singularly musical; but from time to time she
uttered old-fashioned words which forced him to grope mentally. She drew up a chair and sat down, putting her palm on the damp, cold forehead. He became primitive, literal in his
conception; the ramifications were, for the nonce, fairly relegated to limbo. The joy of being loved
thrilled her as nothing before had ever done, a curious abstract joy which had
nothing in it at that moment of regret or even pity. ’
‘Of Leonardo? Yes, I will tell you. "Spring!—I never knew any. Vanity was a vice not just to be deprecated,
but effectively strangled at birth. ’ He frowned again. The way—the way we are led on! We are taught to believe we are free in the
world, to think we are queens.
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