I knew that she approved of our love; she even went so far as to defend me in our quarrels.

In spite of the services she had rendered me, I considered her ugly and tiresome.

Alas! now I found her beautiful! I looked at her hands, her clothes; every gesture went straight to my heart; all the past was associated with her.

She noticed the change in manner and understood that I was oppressed by sad memories of the past.

Thus we sped on our way, I looking at her, she smiling at me.