Book 3, Chapter 33: A White Night

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​​​​​‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌‌‌⁠In the carriage, and in her room, she saw again the look of her lover, that cruel and dolorous look. She knew with what facility he fell into despair, the promptness of his will not to will. She had seen him run away thus on the shore of the Arno. Happy then in her sadness and in her anguish, she could run after him and say, “Come.” Now, again surrounded, watched, she should have found something t