It seemed as if she could only regard me as a moving statue, as a mere impersonation, immaterial as the science I was teaching her.

If I spoke, she hardly looked on me; if I moved, she scarcely noticed the action.

I could not consider it dislike; she seemed to gentle to nourish such a feeling for any creature on earth.

I could not believe it coldness; she was all life, all agitation, if she heard only a few notes of music.

When she touched the chords of the instrument, her whole frame trembled.