In the moment of love transports I had forgotten, or did not think, of what wonderful power or knowledge she must have to be able to move in such strange ways as she did.

Why, at this very moment she was within my own gates.

Locks and bars, even the very seal of death itself, seemed unable to make for her a prison-house.

With such freedom of action and movement, going when she would into secret places, what might she not know that was known to others?
How could anyone keep secret from such an one even an ill intent?
Such thoughts, such surmises, had often flashed through my mind in moments of excitement rather than of reflection, but never long enough to become fixed into belief.

But yet the consequences, the convictions, of them were with me, though unconsciously, though the thoughts themselves were perhaps forgotten or withered before development.
"And you ?" I asked her earnestly.