The love that one has for them is not in itself a virtue; it is a passion which, like all others, may be good or bad, as one is its master or its slave.

It may even be thought that there is no passion which may be more than this one, pregnant with good or with evil.
Julia seemed splendidly gifted; but her ardent and precocious disposition had been developed, thanks to the paternal education, as in the primeval forest, wholly at random.

She was small in person, dark and pale, lithe and slender, with large blue eyes full of fire, unruly black hair, and superbly arched eyebrows.

Her habitual air was reserved and haughty; nevertheless she laid aside, at home, these majestic appearances to frolic on the carpet.

She played games of her own invention.