You don't mind my speaking freely, do you?
I feel so weak and womanish, I must tell some one.

I have no one to lean on here.
"I can't see what to make of my life, or, rather, what can possibly be made of it.

I have taken hitherto all the rebuffs I have had--and they have not been few--as painful steps in an education which was to fit me for something.

I was having, I hoped, experience which was to enable me to sympathize with human beings fully, when I came to speak to them, to teach them, to lead them, as I have all my life believed I some day should.
"You won't think it conceited if I say this to you, my dear Chris?
I don't feel to myself as if I was like other people.

I have met several people better and on a higher level than myself, but no one on quite the same level--no one, to put it shortly, quite so _sure_ as I am.
"Does that explain itself?
I mean that I have for many years been conscious of a kind of inward law that I dare not disobey, and which has constrained me into obedience--once unwilling, now willing, and even enthusiastic.