I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness.
There is no doubt that running away on a fresh, blue morning can be exhilarating.
She haunted him, as an ungenerous action haunts one.
I would never be part of anything. I would never really belong anywhere, and I knew it, and all my life would be the same, trying to belong, and failing. Always something would go wrong. I am a stranger and I always will be, and after all I didn’t really care.
She’ll have no lover, for I don’t want her and she’ll see no other.
Stephan was secretive and a liar, but he was a very gentle and expert lover. She was the petted, cherished child, the desired mistress, the worshipped, perfumed goddess. She was all these things to Stephan - or so he made her believe.