And, as I traveled farther and farther, exploring the rich, sweet soul of her, my sense of pleasant friendship became but a broad foundation for such height, such breadth, such interlocked combination of feeling as left me fairly blinded with the wonder of it.
As I've said, I had never cared very much for women, nor they for me--not Terry-fashion.

But this one-- At first I never even thought of her "in that way," as the girls have it.

I had not come to the country with any Turkish-harem intentions, and I was no woman-worshipper like Jeff.

I just liked that girl "as a friend," as we say.

That friendship grew like a tree.