She thought him, in all honesty, the most miraculous of all human beings.

There was more in her worship than mere dog-like fidelity.

She adored him for reasons that were real and true; for his independence, his obstinacy, his sense of fun, his sudden, unexpected kindnesses, his sudden helplessness, and above all, for his bravery.

He seemed to her the bravest hero in all history, and she felt it the more because she was herself compact of every fear and terror known to man.

It was not enough for her, the ordinary panic that belongs to all human life at every stage of its progress.