I sometimes feared that her ideas were too much limited to the perishing beauty of her person.

But to look upon her graceful figure yielding to the dance, or reclining in its indolent symmetry; to watch the beautiful play of coloring upon her cheek, and the moonlight transit of her smile; to study her faultless features in their delicate and even thoughtful repose, or when lighted up into conversational vivacity, was to forget everything, save the exceeding and bewildering fascination before me.
Like the silver veil of Khorassan it shut out from my view the mental deformity beneath it.

I could not reason with myself about her; I had no power of ratiocination which could overcome the blinding dazzle of her beauty.

The master-passion, which had wrestled down all others, gave to every sentiment of the mind something of its own peculiar character.
"I will not trouble you with a connected history of my first love, my boyish love, you may perhaps call it.

Suffice it to say, that on the revelation of that love, it was answered by its object warmly and sympathizingly.