And what reservoir is more inexhaustible than the love of a heart like hers ?--a love born as naturally and unconsciously as life itself--that, when discovered, changes existence by a sudden kaleidoscopic turn, compelling all within and without to pass at once into new arrangement and combination--that inspires heroic, patient effort, self-denial, and even self-sacrifice.
She had prepared herself for this opportunity by years of training and thought, but his presence brought her an inspiration beyond all that she had gained from books or study.

He was the magician who unconsciously had the power to waken and kindle her whole nature, to set the blood flowing in her veins like wine, and to arouse a rapidity and versatility of thought that was surprising even to herself.

With the pure genius of love she threw about his mind gossamer threads, drew the filaments together, and held them in her heart.

The pulses of life grew stronger within him, his fancy kindled, the lore of books long since forgotten, as he supposed, flashed into memory, and out into happy allusion and suggestion.

Still his wonder increased that her knowledge coincided so fully with his own, and that their lines of reading had been so closely parallel.