Whatever decision he might adopt over any given matter, he would hold by it, come what may, and she was aware of an odd reflex consciousness of feminine inadequacy.

To influence Garth Trent against his convictions would be like trying to deflect the course of a river by laying a straw across its track.
The primitive woman in her thrilled a little, responsively, and she wondered whether or no her sex had played much part in his life.

He was a woman-hater--so Molly had told her--yet Sara could imagine him in a very different role.

Of one thing she was sure--that the woman who was loved by Garth Trent would anchor in no placid back-water.

Life, for her, would hold something breathless, vital, exultant.