He knew too, unmistakably, irrefutably, that he wanted to comfort her and protect her not only from the thunderstorm but from anything else that might frighten or perturb her for the rest of her life.
He was astonished by his own feelings and yet he knew that, if he was honest with himself, he should have been aware of them for some time.
It was only his obstinacy and his belief that his organisation was sacrosanct which, even after he had known Anita, had made him go ahead with his plans for choosing a wife.
Now, as he felt his whole body throbbing with the sudden awareness of emotions he had not known himself capable of feeling, he knew that he had loved her since the first moment she had turned her little flower-like face towards him and told him that she had been thinking of Lucifer
