SHE WAS ANTINOUS WILD . you would have said , to see the thoughtful reflection of her eye , that she had already , in some preceding existence , passed though the revolutionary apocalypse . she had the tradition of it like an eyewitness . she knew all the little details of the grand thing , a pontifical and warrior nature , strange in a youth . she was officiating and militant ; from the immediate point of view , a soldier of democracy ; above the movement of the time , a priest of the ideal . . . she had but one passion , the right ; but one thought , to remove all obstacles . she was severe in her pleasures . before everything but the republic , she chastely dropped her eyes . she was the marble lover of liberty . her speech was roughly inspired and had the tremor of a hymn . she astonished you by her soaring . woe to the love affair that should venture to intrude upon her ! ♡
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