I don't know whether you will be able to understand me.

You, old Desfoso--you would not kill the girl you kissed one day?
Of course not.

But we women are such strange creatures--you can't even imagine what strange, suspicious, peculiar creatures we are.

Philipp was my betrothed, and he kissed me--" She wipes her mouth and continues, laughing: "Here I am wiping my mouth even now.

You have all seen how I wiped my mouth.