As she was taller than other women, so her love seemed higher and greater, and as free from any touch of earthly poverty of feeling as her beauty was from any flaw. His very soul was touched by her great longing to give to him the feeling, and to feel herself, that from the hour that she had become his, her past life was a thing blotted out. Until I knew it, I believed naught. Now I kneel each night and pray, and pray, but to be pardoned and made worthy. Never before, it was true, had she knelt and prayed, but from this time no nun in her convent knelt oftener or prayed more ardently, and her prayer was ever that the past might be forgiven her, the future blessed, and she taught how to so live that there should be no faintest shadow in the years to come.
Love is sure, eternal.
Often in these blissful hours her way was almost like a child's, she was so tender and so clinging. At times her beauteous, great eyes were full of an imploring which made them seem soft with tears, and thus they were now as she looked up at him. To Anne she went with curious humility, questioning her as to her religious duties and beliefs, asking her what books she read, and what services she attended. I would learn. But when she listened to Anne's simple homilies, and read her weighty sermons, they but made her restless and unsatisfied.