He had replaced it by an accurate presentment of himself as he really was.
"Only that which is replaced is destroyed," and it is often our real self in its native rags, and not, as we jealously imagine, another king in richer purple who has replaced us in the throne-room of the heart that loved us.

To the end of life Rachel never forgot Mr.Tristram, any more than the amber forgets its fly.

But she was vaguely conscious as he left her that he had set her free.

She listened to his retreating step hardly daring to breathe.

It was too good to be true.