anyone
passed by，
and
galloped，
galloped.under
her window
there was
a beehive，
and
sometimes
the bees
wheeling
round
inthe
light
struck
against
her window
like
rebounding
balls of
gold. what
happinessthere
had been
at that
time， what
freedom，
what hope！
what an
abundance
ofillusions！
nothing
was left
of them
now. she
had got
rid of
them all
in
hersoul's
life， in
all her
successive
conditions
of
life，maidenhood，
her
marriage，
and her
love- thus
