But thoughts like these were fast dying out.

Yet not without many strange scrutinies.

More intently than ever she gazed into my eyes; rested her ear against my heart, and listened to its beatings.

And love, which in the eye of its object ever seeks to invest itself with some rare superiority, love, sometimes induced me to prop my failing divinity; though it was I myself who had undermined it.
But if it was with many regrets, that in the sight of Yillah, I perceived myself thus dwarfing down to a mortal; it was with quite contrary emotions, that I contemplated the extinguishment in her heart of the notion of her own spirituality.

For as such thoughts were chased away, she clung the more closely to me, as unto one without whom she would be desolate indeed.
And now, at intervals, she was sad, and often gazed long and fixedly into the sea.