Loving was self-forgetfulness, pure delighting in another human being. Winds returned, the gardens withered, and roses would not bloom. In a moment he was beside her. She described it so vividly. You truly are your mother’s, Lucia. It was decrepit and too large. And yet, she would be easy prey in her present state of mind to any plausible, attractive scoundrel.
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