Such happiness was like the first dawn of the world to the sight of man.

It had to do with bygone ages.

Her heart, her blood, her flesh, her very bones were filled with instincts and emotions common to the race before intellect developed, when the savage lived only with his sensorial perceptions.

Of all happiness, joy, bliss, rapture to which man was heir, that of intense and exquisite preoccupation of the senses, unhindered and unburdened by thought, was the greatest.

Ellen felt that which life meant with its inscrutable design.