Through the ingenuousness of her age beamed an ardent mind, not of the woman, but of the poet. She did not please; she intoxicated. She lived in a small town with her brother, who was a curate.
A través de la ingenuidad de su edad apuntaba un espíritu ardiente, un espíritu no de mujer, sino de poeta; ella no gustaba embriagaba; vivía en una aldea, junto a su hermano, que era cura.