Your voice will be cracked, and people who now find it charming to listen to you will be repelled.

The dress that hides you too much now from men's eyes will not sufficiently hide your monstrous nudity, and people will turn their eyes away and not even dare to think of you.'" She choked and put her hands to her mouth, overcome by the truth, as if she had too much to say.

It was magnificent and terrifying.
He caught her in his arms, in dismay.

But she was as in a delirium, transported by a universal grief.

You would have thought that this funereal truth had just come to her like a sudden piece of bad news.
"I love you, but I love the past even more.