And then she would pout like a disappointed child; a pensive cloud would soften her radiant vivacity; she would withdraw her hand hastily from his, and turn in transient petulance from his aspect, at once so heroic and so martyr-like.
Allora ella metteva il broncio come una bimba cui sia negato un balocco; una nube scura offuscava la sua raggiante vivacità e si allontanava da lui con eroica rapidità.