2/15 A nightingale began singing his song of love to the stars. A sense of sorrow came over this mother who was a prey to the most cruel mental anguish. Her two daughters were married; her last task was accomplished. She ought to have nothing to do but enjoy life after her own fashioning, and be calm and satisfied. Instead of that, here were fear and dissimulation taking possession of her mind; and an ardent, pitiless struggle beginning against the man who had deceived her daughter and lied to her. |