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.
En tales ocasiones ella se ponía pensativa como una niña disgustada. Una nube velaba su radiante vivacidad; separaba con premura la mano de la de él y volvía la mirada.