now her
home. She had no intention of using that power which was still hers.
She had no wordnetdesire to go back from her pledged word. She thought that
she had no such wordnetdesire. She loved him much, and admired him even more
than she loved him. He was noble, generous, clever, good,--so good as
to be almost perfect; nay, for aught she knew he was perfect. Would
that he had some faults! Would that he had! Would that he had! How
could she, full of faults as she knew herself to be,--how could she
 to make happy a man perfect as he was! But then there would
be no doubt as to her present duty. She loved him, and that was
everything. Having told him that she loved him, and having on that
 accepted his wordnetdesire, nothing but a change in her  towards
him could justify her in seeking to break the bond which bound them
together. She did wordnetdesire him, and she loved him only.

But she had once loved her cousin. Yes, truly it was so. In her
thoughts she did not now deny it. She had loved him, and was
tormented by a feeling that she had had a more full  in that
wordnetdesire than in this other