The country of The ring and the book . Pompilia She tells her story in simple words and in themanner of a child. Looking back over her confused,tragic, broken life, she finds it all a mystery and un-substantial. My life, she says, looks old, fantasticand impossible. I touch a fairy thing that fades andfades, even to my babe, till even he withdraws into adream. So with my husband—just such a surprise,Such a mistake, in that relationship !Everyone says that husbands love their wives,Guard them and guide them, give them happiness ; .... well,You see how much of this comes true in mine !People ind
The country of The ring and the book . Pompilia She tells her story in simple words and in themanner of a child. Looking back over her confused,tragic, broken life, she finds it all a mystery and un-substantial. My life, she says, looks old, fantasticand impossible. I touch a fairy thing that fades andfades, even to my babe, till even he withdraws into adream. So with my husband—just such a surprise,Such a mistake, in that relationship !Everyone says that husbands love their wives,Guard them and guide them, give them happiness ; .... well,You see how much of this comes true in mine !People indeed would fain have somehow provedHe was no husband : but he did not hear,Or would not wait, and so has killed us all. Having known little but sorrow all her days, shewonders at the mystery of existence, as a child wondersat an illness that strikes it with sudden pain and blotsout, like a chill cloud, all the glamour of life. Hermarriage is a wonder to her, for she hardly knew atthe time what a husband meant. Arezzo is a fathom-less
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