I cannot tell the sweet words that she said to me; but I now learned that she had loved me from the first--when I came to her in her loneliness, when she was homesick and heartsick; and I came, a kindred nature, of a race more like her own; and she saw in me the only one of all around her whom it was possible not to detest, and therefore she loved me.
We had many things to say to one another, and long exchanges of confidence to make.

She now for the first time told me all the sorrow that she had endured in her captivity--sorrow which she had kept silent and shut up deep within her breast.

At first her life here had been so terrible that it had brought her down nearly to death.

After this she had sunk into dull despair; she had grown familiar with horrors and lived in a state of unnatural calm.

From this my arrival had roused her.