But are you not deluded, my Agostino ?" And then, as if her self-control gave way, she fell to weeping.
"And what of me if you go?
What of me wedded to that monster, to that cruel and inhuman pedant who tortures and insults me as you have seen ?" "Beloved, will another wrong cure the wrong of that ?" I pleaded.

"O, if you love me, go--go, leave me.

It is too late--too late!" I drew away from her touch, and crossed the room to fling myself upon the window-seat.

For a space we sat apart thus, panting like wrestlers who have flung away from each other.

At length--"Listen, Giuliana," I said more calmly.