The love that had come to them was surely eternal--it must be, it must be, it must be....
He failed altogether to understand her youth, her inexperience, above all her coloured romantic fancy.

Her romantic fancy had made him in her eyes for a brief hour something that he was not.

After a month at the war I believe that she had grown into a woman.

She had loved him for an instant as a young girl loves a hero of a novel.

And although she was now a woman she must still keep her romantic fancy.