But now, that I have drawn the unexpected prize, [448] I grow astonished at my former blindness; I become suddenly sensible of my powers and my worth; the blood that slept in my heart, circulates, and distends every vein; I tread on air; I feel a calm, yet ravishing delight; I know what kind of an endowment life is, to a being in whom sentiment and affection are awakened to their genuine action.
— from St. Leon: A Tale of the Sixteenth Century by William Godwin
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