She did love him, and she loved him only.
But she had once loved her cousin.

Yes, truly it was so.

In her thoughts she did not now deny it.

She had loved him, and was tormented by a feeling that she had had a more full delight in that love than in this other that had sprung up subsequently.

She had told herself that this had come of her youth;--that love at twenty was sweeter than it could be afterwards.