Perhaps there was something else in the English--some other finer quality which she did not yet understand.
The poor, beautiful creature was like some ill-treated animal ready to bite to defend itself at the sight of a man.
It spoke highly for the strength and nobility of her character that, whereas another and weaker woman would have become degraded by the sorrows of such a life, she had remained pure as the snow, and as cold.
Her strong will and her pride had kept completely in check every voluptuous instinct which must certainly have always lain dormant in her.

Every emotion towards man was frozen to ice.
There are some complete natures which only respond to the highest touch; when the body and soul are evenly balanced they know all that is divine of human love.

It is those warped in either of the component parts who bring sorrow--and lust.
The perfect woman gives willingly of herself, body and soul, to the _one man_ she loves.
But of all these things Zara was ignorant.

She only knew she was exhausted, and she crept wearily to bed.
Thus neither bride nor bridegroom, on this their wedding night, knew peace or rest.
They met next day for a late breakfast.

They were to go to Paris by the one o'clock boat.