To love him thrice as dearly as I do would bring me nearer to God.

Love I mean, not idolatry--another form of selfishness." She prayed to be guided out of the path of snares.
"CAN YOU PRAY?
CAN YOU PUT AWAY ALL PROPS OF SELF?
THIS IS TRUE WORSHIP, UNTO WHATSOEVER POWER YOU KNEEL." This passage out of a favourite book of sentences had virtue to help her now in putting away the 'props of self.' It helped her for the time.

She could not foresee the contest that was commencing for her.
"LOVE THAT SHRIEKS AT A MORTAL WOUND, AND BLEEDS HUMANLY, WHAT IS HE BUT A PAGAN GOD, WITH THE PASSIONS OF A PAGAN GOD ?" "Yes," thought Georgiana, meditating, "as different from the Christian love as a brute from a man!" She felt that the revolution of the idea of love in her mind (all that consoled her) was becoming a temptation.

Quick in her impulses, she dismissed it.

"I am like a girl!" she said scornfully.