Yes, there was. Yes. I did not want to. I was tempted not to tell you. Mario advised me not to. Then when I saw you—you filled me with tenderness! But what did you say, Anna? I promise. Oh! I noticed it, but I did not understand. That's nothing. That you should read me is natural. You imagine very well.... I love you so much, Anna. It is strange that in your presence I have a sense of restraint. I tell you something and immediately I think should I tell her? Was it better I kept silent? It is the first time I have had this feeling toward you. We both need distraction. No? But you said—Your luggage is ready. We have eight hours yet. Mario has just gone to order the carriage. Perhaps to-morrow—I do not know how to tell Mario. It looks like a whim. More than I do. Anna, you do not pardon me for having read those letters. What do you mean? Are you going? So you won't tell me if we go to-morrow? Oh, rather. A useless tragedy!

Paolo Monologue from The Rights of the Soul

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