I could resist St. John's wrath: I grew pliant as a reed under his kindness. Yet I knew all the time, if I yielded now, I should not the less be made to repent, some day, of my former rebellion.
Potevo resistere alla collera di Saint-John, ma la sua bontà mi faceva piegare come un giunco, eppure avevo coscienza che, cadendo, mi sarei pentita un giorno.