She laughed--once.

That was when her horses knocked me down in the street.
I was hurt--but I saw her red lips widen and her white teeth glitter--she has a baby smile--the people will tell you--so innocent! I was picked up--her carriage drove on--her husband was not with her--he would have acted differently.

But it is no matter--I tell you she laughed--and then I saw at once the likeness." "The likeness!" I exclaimed impatiently, for his story annoyed me.
"What likeness ?" "Between her and my wife," the dealer replied, fixing his cruel eyes upon me with increasing intensity of regard.

"Oh, yes! I know what love is.

I know too that God had very little to do with the making of women.
It was a long time before even He could find the Madonna.