Laura loved him,and believed that his love for her was as pure and deep as her own. She worshipped him     and would have counted her life a little thing to give him, if he would only love her and let her feed the hunger     of her hesrt upon him.

     The passio possessed her whole being, and lifted her up, till she seemed to walk on air. It was all true, then, the romances she had read, the bliss of love she had dreamed of. Why had she never noticed before how blithesome the world was, how jocund with love; the birds sang it, the tees whispered it to her s she passed the very flowers beneath her feet strewed the way as for a bridal march.

By Mark Twain , Charles Dudley Warner