text:  But having no female society save those marketable forms that he distrusted and despised; yet pining in his romantic refinement for _pure_ passion--for reciprocal passion--panting to be loved _for himself alone_ he kept imagining her developed graces exaggerating the conceit of some childish tenderness toward himself his position and his nervous infirmity keeping a solitude of soul and heart ever round him into which no female form had free and constant admission but that aerial one the little Winifred of far far off green Wales! The promise of pure beauty which her childhood gave his _dream_ fulfilled; and his imagination seized and cherished the beautiful cloud painted by fancy till it became the goddess of his idolatry though conscious of the self-delusion and retained with that tenacity conceivable perhaps to the morbidly sensitive alone