I had to contend with eyes which alternately wondered at and upbraided me for my unkindness.

She was wholly unaware of the nature of her own feelings, and this ignorance made her less scrupulous in the expression of her sentiments.
Hitherto I had needed not employment beyond myself and my companions.
Now my new motives made me eager to discover some means of controlling and beguiling my thoughts.

In this state, the manuscript of Lodi occurred to me.

In my way hither, I had resolved to make the study of the language of this book, and the translation of its contents into English, the business and solace of my leisure.

Now this resolution was revived with new force.
My project was perhaps singular.