How can I be different----" "You are more finely made.

You comprehend higher thoughts.

You can command your lesser passions." "You say that very lightly, who have no need to command yours!" "How do you know ?" she said in a low voice.
"Because you have none to curb--else you could better understand the greater ones." She sat with head lowered, playing with a blade of grass.

After a while she looked up at me, a trifle confused.
"Until I knew you, I entertained but one living passion--to find my mother and hold her in my arms--and have of her all that I had ached for through many empty and loveless years.

Since I have known you that desire has never changed.