“That's what I have felt, Angel!»
«I know that.»
«I thought, Angel, that you loved me—me, my very self! If it is I you do love, O how can it be that you look and speak so? It frightens me! Having begun to love you, I love you for ever—in all changes, in all disgraces, because you are yourself.
I ask no more. Then how can you, O my own husband, stop loving me?»
«I repeat, the woman I have been loving is not you.»
«Another woman in your shape.»
She perceived in his words the realization of her own apprehensive foreboding in former times.”