She could not ignore her love; it had become interwoven with every interest and fibre of her life.

At first she contemplated it in wonder, in deeply troubled and alarmed perplexity.

It was a momentous truth, that had suddenly been made known as some irretrievable misfortune might have been revealed.

She had read of love as children hear of mental anxieties and conflicts of which they have no comprehension.

As she grew older it had been like poetry, music, romance--something that kindled her imagination into vague, pleasant dreams.