I don't know you; who knows any other human being?
But I have formed an idea of you, and an idea that has great power over my thoughts, wishes, purposes--everything.

It has made me say what I thought I should never say to any woman--and makes me feel glad that I have said it, and full of hope.' Alma drew in her breath and smiled faintly.

Still she did not look at him.
'And of course I have formed an idea of you.' 'Will you sketch the outline and let me correct it ?' 'You think I am pretty sure to be wrong ?' she asked, raising her eyes and regarding him for a moment with anxiety.
'I should have said "complete" it.

I hope I have never shown myself to you in an altogether false light.' 'That is the one thing I have felt sure about,' said Alma, slowly and thoughtfully.

'You have always seemed the same.