No, she was not punished so quickly; but she had been a fool, and she was paying the price of her incredible folly.

How little, how pitifully little she knew of the world, after all! A year ago, on that horrible night, she had thought that her lesson was finished, but it was only beginning.

Her immense, confiding ignorance would lead her into other abysses.

And again, as on the morning after that night of revelation, she resolved passionately that she would not stay a fool always--that she would not become a victim of life.
The empty bottle had slipped to one side of the crib, and little Frances lay smiling at the friendly universe, with her wet mouth wide open and her blue eyes, so like George's, sparkling with laughter.

The down on her head, as fine and soft as spun silk, made tiny rings over her pink skull, which was as clear and delicate as an eggshell; and these golden rings filled Gabriella with a tenderness so poignant that it brought tears to her eyes.