Maybe they told me wrong because I was a king's daughter, and they would not have me think little of myself.

Maybe I am not beautiful, Marco Polo, maybe I hurt your eyes--" "Ah, Golden Bells, the little horned moon is not more beautiful." "Then why must not the young men look at the young women, Marco Polo?
You are here to instruct me.

Won't you tell me why ?" "Maybe--maybe--maybe it is for fear of sin, Golden Bells." "Sin?
Sin! Why should there be sin?
I know sin, Marco Polo.

They have warned me against it since I crept upon the floor.

There are two sins.