If he laid his own suspicions
boldly before the girl, and in the end the boy came clean, he would always be
haunted by the witless cruelty of the act. If I could but——”
To escape from her thoughts she began to undress, humming a light tune to
herself, though her eyes were hot with unshed tears, and the sobs kept rising in
her throat. Why? If she had put the query to herself, she could not
have answered it. Here was a poor half-naked
creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand,
seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. It’s the sort of way a woman always does gloss over her ethical
positions. ‘Eh bien. "
"Quite the contrary," rejoined the woollen-draper, laughing good-humouredly. Yet she could not bring herself to hate the girl,
or even Gianfrancesco, the one who would have sent her
to her death more than once. “You need a reason. . Because she states
her case in a tangle, drags it through swamps of nonsense, it doesn’t alter the fact
that she is right.
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