She thought not so much of what had happened as of how she should describe it. All her sensations, her spasms of courage, her moments of unreasonable joy, her mysterious discontent, should be carefully laid before her cousin. And together in divine confidence they would disentangle and interpret them all.
Such a special thing to have a confidante. Sometimes this is how I feel while considering how I might describe an event in my journal. But also (of course) to a good friend
