"No, sir; I am an independent woman now....I told you I am independent, sir, as well as rich: I am my own mistress."
I have now been married ten years. I know that it is to live entirely for an with what I love best on earth. I hold myself supremely blest-blest beyond what language can express; because I am my husband's life as fully as he is mine. No woman was ever nearer to her mate than I am: ever more absolutely bone of his bone, and flesh of his flesh. I know no weariness of my Edward's society: he knows none of mine, any more than we each do of the pulsation of the heart that beats in our separate bosoms; consequently, we are ever together.
To be together is for us to be at once as free as in solitude, as gay as in company. We talk, I believe all day long: to talk to each other is but a more animated and an audible thinking. All my confidence is bestowed on him, all his confidence is devoted to me; we are precisely suited in character-perfect concord is the result.