He knew he was not worthy of her, but he was determined to try to be a little less unworthy; and as he drew her to him a slight quiver went through her, so that for a second she seemed to be holding back--for a second only, and the quiver was the rustle of wings on which some part of the Grizel we have known so long was taking flight from her.

Then she pressed close to him passionately, as if she grudged that pause.

I love her more than ever, far more; but she is never again quite the Grizel we have known.
He was not unhappy; in the near hereafter he might be as miserable as the damned--the little gods were waiting to catch him alone and terrify him; but for the time, having sacrificed himself, Tommy was aglow with the passion he had inspired.

He so loved the thing he had created that in his exultation he mistook it for her.

He believed all he was saying.