Nothing would have more deeply wounded her simple humility, so free from self-consciousness, as the plain truth; that as her character unfolded, the infinite superiority of her nature almost awed me as something--save for the intense and occasionally passionate tenderness of her love--less like a woman than an angel.
"I was absorbed," she continued, "in the effort that had thrown Enva into the slumber of obedience.

I did not know or feel where I was or what I had next to do.

My thought, still concentrated, had forgotten its accomplished purpose, and was bent on your danger.

Somehow on the cushioned pile I seemed to see a figure, strange to me, but which I shall never forget.

It was a young girl, very slight, pale, sickly, with dark circles round the closed eyes, slumbering like Enva, but in everything else Enva's very opposite.