She was so pretty, so well brought up, when I saw her beside Nino, outside the school, when she welcomed me to the party at her parent39;s beautiful house. And there was still something incomparable about her when she stripped herself of every privilege with the idea that, in a radically new workd, she would have a more dazzling garment. But now? The noble reasons for that denuding had all dissovled. There remained the horror of so much blood stupidly shed and the villainy of unloading the blame on the former bricklayer, who had once seemed to her the avant-garde of a new humanity, and who now, along with so many others, served to reduce her own responsibilites almost to nothing.