Truly this was my motive rather than any thought of the property.
Indeed I hardly realized at the start that this was my affair; I merely had a feeling that you needed me.

That--that morning on the bench," she paused, her voice choking in her throat, her eyes misted, "why, I--I was scarcely rational; my mind could not even grasp clearly what you endeavored to tell.

I was so far from being myself that I failed to recognize my own name.

Perhaps that was not strange as I always lived under another.

So it was not that, not any selfish motive, which impelled me to accompany you.