It was restrained by all kinds of doubts, suspicions, and repulsions.

Now, suddenly, it broke through all those barriers and rushed forth to meet him.

My death in life against which I had fought, I hope like a brave man (it takes a bit of fighting) for many years, would henceforth be his death in life, at whose terrors he too would have to snap a disdainful finger.

I had felt deep pity for him; but if pity is indeed akin to love, it is a very poor relation.

Now I had cast pity and such like superior sentiment aside and accepted him as a sworn brother.