She thought he deserved everything good.
"I fear I have caused you fatigue," said John, again thinking, and with good reason, that he was a fool.
The English language, which he had always supposed to be his mother tongue, had deserted him as if it were his step-mother.

After all, the difficulty, as John subsequently said, was that Dorothy's beauty had deprived him of the power to think.

He could only see.

He was entirely disorganized by a girl whom he could have carried away in his arms.
"I feel no fatigue," replied Dorothy.
"I feared that in climbing the hill you had lost your breath," answered disorganized John.
"So I did," she returned.

Then she gave a great sigh and said, "Now I am all right again." All right?
So is the morning sun, so is the arching rainbow, and so are the flitting lights of the north in midwinter.