After finishing reading it, my mind is frought with a miscellaneous collection of the doubt for the real existence of the sort of hisyerical love, the thought of whether this kind is tantamount to the most ingenious, the most hornest and the most devine love and the sorrow for the woman's iniquities sufferings.
I ask myself interminably what if she recount to him who she is，how she love him，what she did for him and so on before she died untill John，even the servant recognized her ，I waived for all of them are faint. But how could the woman kept loving such a bastard？IF the answer is LOVE？