At such times, though she would say to me sweet and pleasant things which she had often said before, she would seem most unlike herself.

It was almost as if she was speaking parrot-like or at dictation of one who could read words or acts, but not thoughts.

After one or two experiences of this kind, my own doubting began to make a barrier; for I could not speak with the ease and freedom which were usual to me.

And so hour by hour we drifted apart.

Were it not for the few odd moments when the old Margaret was back with me full of her charm I do not know what would have happened.