For in other ways a woman is full of fear, defenseless, dreads the sight of cold steel; but, when once she is wronged in the matter of love, no other soul can hold so many thoughts of blood.

Not yet do you feel it. Wait for the future.

O what will she do, a soul bitten into with wrong?

Love must not touch the marrow of the soul. Our affections must be breakable chains that we can cast them off or tighten them....