He seemed ever so much bigger than the gentleman I loved--ay, and I shall love him to my dying day, whether or not he has--But when he sprang to my side, and took me with his bare, bleeding arms to his heart, that panted so, I thought his heart would burst, and mine, too, could I feel another woman between us.

All that might be true, but it was unreal.

That he loved me, and had saved me, _that_ was real.
And when we sat together in the carriage, your poor bleeding head upon my bosom, and his hand grasping mine, and his sweet eyes beaming with love and joy, what could I realize except my father's danger and my husband's mighty love?
I was all present anxiety and present bliss.

His sin and my alarms seemed hundreds of miles off, and doubtful.

And even since I have been here, see how greater and nearer things have overpowered me.