pillow, “I
love her,
I love
her, I
love her!”
hundreds
of times.
Then, a
burst of
gratitude
came upon
me, that
she should
be
destined
for me,
once the
blacksmith’s
boy. Then
I thought
if she
were, as I
feared, by
no means
rapturously
grateful
for that
destiny
yet, when
would she
begin to
be
interested
in me?
When
should I
awaken the
heart
within her
that was
mute and
sleeping
now? Ah
me! I
thought
those were
high and
great
emotions.
But I
