He had accomplished a distance vastly greater than a bachelorship of arts, or a dozen bachelorships.

She was pure, it was true, as he had never dreamed of purity; but cherries stained her lips.

She was subject to the laws of the universe just as inexorably as he was.

She had to eat to live, and when she got her feet wet, she caught cold.

But that was not the point.
If she could feel hunger and thirst, and heat and cold, then could she feel love--and love for a man.