"Oh, what is it ?" she said, almost in a whisper.

"I have known you only three days.

But it seems as if I must have known you before.
There is something in me that is not like myself.

But it is the deepest thing in me; and it loves you: yes, I love you!" Her hands left her face, and there was a light in her eyes which made Freeman, in the midst of his rejoicing, feel humble and unworthy.

He felt himself in contact with something pure and sacred.