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"Nu-nah does not seem capable of the love of soul. She accepts me

as a lover due her, and whose attention and presence gratify her

pride and vanity. Never once, or perhaps only once, have I ever

seen or imagined I saw a recognition of love, and that was the

night of the full Moon, during the recent ceremonies. As, with

your permission, I for a moment drew near the couch on which she

reposed, she suddenly raised to a half-sitting position and

seemed strangely startled by my presence. With a thrill of hope,

that finally love was awakening, I sprang forward and spake

anxiously and fondly to her. For the first time in all my life

her glance vibrated to my heart's very core. My brain reeled with

intoxication as she pressed my hand, and the love from her eyes

burns now into my soul as I recall that one second of bliss. But,

alas!