I knew that my long woman's life would pass without it--for woman's life is long, alas! if love comes not.

But you were love's self, and I worshipped you and it; and to myself I said--praying forgiveness on my knees--that one woman should know love if I did not.

And being so poor and imperfect a thing, what mattered if I gave my soul for you--and love, which is so great, and rules the world.
Look at the doves, sister, look at them, flying past the heavenly blueness--and she said I did no wrong." Her hand was wet with tears fallen upon it, as her duchess sister knelt, and held and kissed it, sobbing.
"You knew, poor love, you knew!" she cried.
"Ay, all of it I knew," Anne said--"his torture of you and the madness of your horror.

And when he forced himself within the Panelled Parlour that day of fate, I knew he came to strike some deadly blow; and in such anguish I waited in my chamber for the end, that when it came not, I crept down, praying that somehow I might come between--and I went in the room!" "And there--what saw you ?" quoth the duchess, shuddering.

"Somewhat you must have seen, or you could not have known." "Ay," said Anne, "and heard!" and her chest heaved.
"Heard!" cried Clorinda.