She has wisdom in the raw, and a real grip on life, and yet all the men she has known have been river-drivers and farmers, and a few men from town who mistook the sort of Suzon she is.
Virtuous and straight, she's a born child of Aphrodite too--by nature.
She was made for love.

A thousand years ago she would have had a thousand loves! And she thinks the world is a magnificent place, and she loves it, and wallows--fairly wallows--in content.

Now which is right: Suzon or Father Hallon--Aphrodite or the Nazarene?
Which is peace--as the bird and the beast of the field get it--the fallow futile content, or--" He suddenly stopped, hiccoughed, then hurriedly drawing paper before him, he sat down.

For an hour he wrote.

It grew darker.