There are tears, but there is more too.

There is pain, there is doubting, there is jealousy, and more than that! There is avarice also, for a woman who loves is a miser, counting her treasure when others sleep.

And she would kill any one who robbed her, and that is murder.

Yet there is more, there are all the mortal sins in love, and even then there is worse.

For there is this.