I cannot even resolve to resist it.

It came upon me mildly that day at The Peacock Inn, when I first saw him, and it grows deeper and stronger day by day, and, alas! night by night.

I seem to have lost myself.

In some strange way I feel as if I had sunk into him--that he had absorbed me." "The iron, the seed, the cloud, and the rain," thought I.
"I believed," continued the girl, "that if he would exert his will I might have relief; but there again I find trouble, for I cannot bring myself to ask him to will it.

The feeling within me is like a sore heart: painful as it is, I must keep it.