It was just an accident, signorina.' Constance turned her back and stared at the road.
'It was not my fault.

Truly it was not my fault.

I did not wish to kiss you--no nevair.

But I could not help it.

You put your head too close.' She raised her eyes and studied the mountain-top.
'Signorina, why you treat me so cruel ?' Her back was inflexible.
'I am desolate.