She played with the golden salt-cellar in front of her and, upsetting a little of the salt, threw it over her left shoulder, appearing to ask me if I were a victim of that ancient habit, and so on.
But all the while she was talking deeply of deep things, such as I should never have thought would pass her mind.

This was the substance of what she said, for I cannot set it all down verbatim; after so many years my memory fails me.
"I am not like other women.

Something moves me to tell you so, something very real and powerful which pushes me as a strong man might.

It is odd, because I have never spoken to anyone else like that, not to my mother for instance, or even to Lord Ragnall.

They would neither of them understand, although they would misunderstand differently.