I was now too fond of you often to simulate the first whim; and, when I stretched my hand out cordially, such bloom and light and bliss rose to your young, wistful features, I had much ado often to avoid straining you then and there to my heart."
Cada vez que te tendía la mano, tal rubor y tal expresión de felicidad acudían a tus juveniles facciones que había de hacer verdaderos esfuerzos para no estrecharte contra mi corazón.