Ackroyd had had no power to touch her so; his ardour had never appealed to her imagination with such constraining reality.

Grail was the first to make her conscious of the meaning of passion.

It was not passion which rose within her to reply to his, but the childlike security in which she had hitherto lived was at an end; love was henceforth to be the preoccupation of her soul.
She answered her sister: 'I couldn't refuse him.

He said he should love me as long as he lived, and I felt that it was true.

He didn't try to persuade me, Lyddy.