Chapter 1685 of 1964 · 62 words · ~1 min read

LVI.

Since then she had sparkled through three glowing winters, Admired, adored; but also so correct, That she had puzzled all the acutest hinters, Without the apparel of being circumspect: They could not even glean the slightest splinters From off the marble, which had no defect. She had also snatched a moment since her marriage To bear a son and heir--and one miscarriage.