She saw, and swam whirling with a pang of revolt from her personal being and this mortal kind.
Her rational intelligence righted her speedily.

She could say in truth, by proof, she loved the man: nature's love, heart's love, soul's love.
She had given him her life.
It was a happy cross-current recollection, that the very beginning and spring of this wild cast of her life, issued from something he said and did (merest of airy gestures) to signify the blessing of life--how good and fair it is.

A drooping mood in her had been struck; he had a look like the winged lyric up in blue heavens: he raised the head of the young flower from its contemplation of grave-mould.

That was when he had much to bear: Mrs.Burman present: and when the stranger in their household had begun to pity him and have a dread of her feelings.

The lucent splendour of his eyes was memorable, a light above the rolling oceans of Time.
She had given him her life, little aid.