She positively desired to do something sublime for him, though indeed I could see that, as this particular flight was difficult, she appreciated the fact that my visits kept her up.

I had it on my conscience to keep her up: I neglected nothing that would contribute to it, and her conception of our cherished author's independence became at last as fine as his very own.

"Read him, read him--_that_ will be an education in decency," I constantly repeated; while, seeking him in his works even as God in nature, she represented herself as convinced that, according to my assurance, this was the system that had, as she expressed it, weaned her.

We read him together when I could find time, and the generous creature's sacrifice was fed by our communion.

There were twenty selfish women about whom I told her and who stirred her to a beautiful rage.