He separated her from her mother.

Therese admired him, she adored him.
In her dream she saw him as the unique joy of her childhood.

She was persuaded that no man in the world was as amiable as her father.
At her entrance in life, she despaired at once of finding elsewhere so rich a nature, such a plenitude of active and thinking forces.

This discouragement had followed her in the choice of a husband, and perhaps later in a secret and freer choice.
She had not really selected her husband.

She did not know: she had permitted herself to be married by her father, who, then a widower, embarrassed by the care of a girl, had wished to do things quickly and well.