Perhaps her suspicions had been hasty.

Then the personal note in his last speech had produced a serious effect on her, and all the time she felt that her silence was emboldening him, as indeed it was.
"The first time I saw you," he went on, "the likeness struck me.

I felt as though I were meeting some one whom I had known all my life." She laughed a little uneasily.

"And you found yourself instead the victim of an interviewer! What a drop from the romantic to the prosaic!" "There has never been any drop at all," he answered firmly, "and you have always seemed to me the same as that picture--something quite precious and apart from my life.

It's been a poor sort of thing perhaps.
I came from the people, I never had any education, I was as rough as most men of my sort, and I have done many things which I would sooner cut off my right hand than do again.