She could not understand why it was that although she loved Zorzi with all her heart she had been convinced that she hated him, during four long, miserable days.

Then, too, it was very strange that she should feel happy, that she should know that she was really happy, her heart brimming over with sunshine and joy, while Zorzi, whom she loved, was lying on that uncomfortable bench in dreadful pain.

It was true that when she thought of his wound, the pain ran through her own limbs and made her move in her seat.

But the next moment she was perfectly happy again, and yet was displeased with herself for it, as if it were not quite right.
Nella stood still at last, close to her, and spoke to her so directly that she could not help hearing.
"My little lady," said the woman, "do not forget that the women are coming early to-morrow morning to show you the stuffs which your father has chosen for your wedding gown." "Yes.

I remember." Marietta laid down her work in the little basket of beads and looked away towards the window.