It seems as though a year ago I had not loved you at all." "I am so glad," said Corona.

"Do you remember, last summer, on the tower at Saracinesca, I told you that you did not know what love was ?" "It was true, Corona--I did not know.

But I thought I did.

I never imagined what the happiness of love was, nor how great it was, nor how it could enter into every thought." "Into every thought?
Into your great thoughts too ?" "If any thoughts of mine are great, they are so because you are the mainspring of them," he answered.
"Will it always be so ?" she asked.

"You will be a very great man some day, Giovanni; will you always feel that I am something to you ?" "Always--more than anything to me, more than all of me together." "I sometimes wonder," said Corona.