Women are more generous givers, expecting not again.
Here was Jehane Saint-Pol, a girl of two-and-twenty to his two-and-thirty, well born, well formed, greatly desired among her peers, who, having let her soul be stolen, was prepared to cut it out of herself for his sake who took it, and let it die.

She was the creature of his love, in and out by now the work of his hands.

God had given her a magnificent body, but Richard had made it glow.

God had made her soul a fair room; but his love had filled it with light, decked it with flowers and such artful furniture.

He, in fact, as she very well knew, had given her the grace to deal queenly with herself.