9/19 But now these faults faded, and by degrees memory reared an altar to him as a man little short of divine. At the worst he had been amiable. She reproached herself bitterly with the half-heartedness of her response to his love; to his love while it dwelt beside her, unvarying in cheerful kindness. She had been content; but how poor a thing was contentment! She had never divined his worth, had never given her worship. |