I fell into the habit of guessing each day whether I was to offend or please him, and then into that of intending to please.

An intangible, silent, magnetic feeling existed between us, changing and developing according to its own mysterious law, remaining intact in spite of the contests between us of resistance and defiance.

But my feeling died or slumbered when I was beyond the limits of his personal influence.

When in his presence I was so pervaded by it that whether I went contrary to the dictates of his will or not I moved as if under a pivot; when away my natural elasticity prevailed, and I held the same relation to others that I should have held if I had not known him.

This continued till the secret was divined, and then his influence was better remembered.
I discovered that there was little love between him and Alice.