She knew that some night [love] would burst and blaze, and it would rise in her again and again, would course in her blood,

She knew that some night [love] would burst and blaze, and it would rise in her again and again, would course in her blood, burn in her face, shine in her eyes. And this time [it] was taking her into pain, yes, quarrels and loneliness and boiling rage; but this time…love was taking her as far as she would go, as long as she would live, taking her strongly and bravely.

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