In this ambiguous feeling, however, the sense of attraction immensely prevailed. I perceived now something of languor and exhaustion stealing over her, and hastened to bid her good night. Our house was robbed once, and two servants murdered, so I always lock my door. I know you will forgive me. I see there is a key in the lock.
Young people like, and even love, on impulse.
I was flattered by the evident, though as yet undeserved, fondness she showed me. I liked the confidence with which she at once received me. She was determined that we should be very near friends. Next day came and we met again. She confessed that she had experienced a similar shock on seeing me, and precisely the same faint antipathy that had mingled with my admiration of her.