He loved her jealously, with an inextinguishable ardour and an insatiable desire - he loved her with a masterful devotion and an infinite trustfulness
. In the plenitude of his passion he was an exacting lover.
His was not a lazy trustfulness
that hoped, and did no more.
He sat there by the head of the old lady's couch, mild- voiced and quiet, with no more self-consciousness than a very small child, and with something of a child's charm - the appealing charm of trustfulness
. Confident of the future, whose secret ways had been revealed to him within the four walls of a well-known penitentiary, he had no reason to look with suspicion upon anybody.
Something in him had suddenly changed; there was no longer the former poetic and mystic charm of desire, but there was pity for her feminine and childish weakness, fear at her devotion and trustfulness
, and an oppressive yet joyful sense of the duty that now bound him to her forever.
The little black boy from cringing terror at the sight of Tarzan passed by degrees into trustfulness
I know that, as in her childhood she had no parent, so she is now devoted to you with all the constancy and fervour of her present years and character, united to the trustfulness
and attachment of the early days in which you were lost to her.
Once her savage fears allayed, she went to the opposite extreme of trustfulness
To her sublime trustfulness
he was all that goodness could be--knew all that a guide, philosopher, and friend should know.
He could remain her brotherly friend, interpreting her actions with generous trustfulness
"You are not to forget, sir," said I, "that I have already suffered by my trustfulness
; and was shipped off to be a slave by the very man that (if I rightly understand) is your employer?"
It hinted to him that he might, without meaning it, turn aside a trustfulness
beneficial to a mis-shapen young mind and perhaps to his own power of directing and improving it.
Passing along this deep shade, and out at that arch of light at the other end, we come upon the ferry and the cottage by the best approach, I think.' In her simple garden-hat and her light summer dress, with her rich brown hair naturally clustering about her, and her wonderful eyes raised to his for a moment with a look in which regard for him and trustfulness
in him were strikingly blended with a kind of timid sorrow for him, she was so beautiful that it was well for his peace--or ill for his peace, he did not quite know which--that he had made that vigorous resolution he had so often thought about.