Fingerprints prove you Greystoke. Congratulations. D'Arnot. - Edgar Rice Burroughs

Jane saw the little note and ignored it, for she was very angry and hurt and mortified, but — she was a woman, and so eventually she picked it up and read it.

My mind is evidently so constituted that I am subconsciously forced into the path of duty without recourse to tiresome mental processes.

What was this hold she had upon me? Was I bewitched, that my mind refused to function sanely, and that judgment and reason were dethroned by some mad sentiment which I steadfastly refused to believe was love? I had never been in love. I was not in love now—the very thought was preposterous.