She made me her daughter at once, as far as her conduct to me could do so, though I had been some months her companion before she declared her intention of formally adopting me.
Day followed day, and Arthur was always by my side.

A new feverish dream of happiness encompassed me, and it was only in the quiet of wakeful nights that I thought of my mother and sisters and brother, and longed to hear some news of my sorrowful home.

Every night my wrestlings with my selfish nature grew weaker and weaker.

I could not risk exposure and banishment from Arthur's presence.

I left Paris for Rome without writing to my mother.
You will hate me, Margery.