The lady rose to comply with his request.

My eye chanced to be, at that moment, fixed on her.

In stepping to the instrument, some motion or appearance awakened a thought in my mind which affected my feelings like the shock of an earthquake.
I have too slight acquaintance with the history of the passions to truly explain the emotion which now throbbed in my veins.

I had been a stranger to what is called love.

From subsequent reflection, I have contracted a suspicion that the sentiment with which I regarded this lady was not untinctured from this source, and that hence arose the turbulence of my feelings on observing what I construed into marks of pregnancy.