"I knew very well that ours were ordinary feelings.

She was in the same position that I was.

There was no one else for her, either.
Do you want me to go on ?" She hesitated.
"Don't be afraid--I am not quite mad," he continued, "only I'll answer for you the part of your question you don't put into words.

Beatrice was nothing to me but an interpretress of her sex.

I never loved her.