Yet – strange to say – though she had made up her mind not to submit to her father's opinion and not to let him enter her sanctuary, she felt that the divine image of Madame Stahl which she had carried in her bosom for a whole month had irrevocably vanished, as the figure formed by a cast-off garment vanishes when one realizes how the garment is lying.
Por extraño que fuese, aunque no quería someterse a la opinión de su padre ni abrirle el camino de su santuario íntimo, notó que aquella imagen divina de madame Stal que durante un mes entero llevara dentro de su alma desaparecía definitivamente, como la figura que forma un vestido colgado desaparece definitivamente cuando se repara que no se trata sino de eso: de un vestido colgado.