I say so, because I have knowledge.' And now I am tired of that life; I am almost a woman, Antonia, am I not ?" Antonia looked tenderly into her face.

She saw some inscrutable change there.

All was the same, and all was different.

She did not understand that it was in the eyes, those lookouts of the soul.

They had lost the frank, inquisitive stare of childhood; they were tender and misty; they reflected a heart passionate and fearful, in which love was making himself lord of all.
Antonia was not without experience.