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Now I tried to reason myself out of this What had I lost? I

asked myself What were these tears for? What had I lost, that

I had not been without until only twelve hours before? Indeed

rather, what had I not gained? But ainst them all, some vision of Thorold's face, some

sparkle of his eyes, some touch of his hand, would come back

to me, and break down my power and unlock fresh fountains of

tears This passion of self-indulgence was not like me, and

surprised

alone; I had been working , in exile from

home as it were, so many days and years; nobody that loved me

better than I loved ;

that the sweetness so suddenly given and so suddenly taken

away left rief were both neas not braced for either; the one

seenancy to the other; and between the two

facts, that Thorold loved ht be a duty of danger, - that he was gone into

danger and that he loved me, - for a little while my soul was