From this emotion, which filled heart and mind, a glowing wealth of other feelings had blossomed like buds upon a rosebush.

Everything in her nature had attracted her toward him, and the desire to devote herself to him, body and soul, shed the last drop of blood in her heart for him, completely ruled her.

His image rose before her day and night, sometimes alone, sometimes with his beautiful bride.

Not only to him, but to her also she would joyfully have rendered the most menial service, merely to be near them and to be permitted to show that the desire to prove her gratitude had become the object of her life.
When, with good counsel for the future, he dismissed her from the chief magistrate's room, he had asked her where she was to be found in case he should have anything to say to her.

It seemed as though, from mingled alarm and joy, her heart would stop beating.