I despise our sex--most of us are just primitive savages underneath at one time of our lives or another--we adore the strong man who captures us in spite of all our struggles!" "Morri!" "It is perfectly true! we all pass through it.

In the beginning, when Girolamo devoured me with kisses and raged with jealousy, and one day almost beat me, I absolutely worshipped him; it was when he became polite--and then yawned that my misery began.

You will go through it, Sabine, if you have not already done so.

It seems we suffer all the time, because when that is over then we learn to appreciate gentleness and chivalry--and probably by then it is out of our reach." "I don't believe anything is out of our reach if we want it enough," and Sabine closed her firm mouth.
"Then I wonder what you want, Sabine--because I know you do not really want Lord Fordyce--he represents chivalry--and I don't believe you are at that stage yet, dearest." "What stage am I at, then, Morri ?" "The one when you want a master--you have mastered everything yourself up to now--but the moment will come to you--and then you will be fortunate, perhaps, if fate keeps the man away!" Sabine's violet eyes grew black as night--and her little nostrils quivered.
"I know nothing of passions, Moravia," she cried, and threw out her arms.

"I have only dreamed of them--imagined them.