A resolution began to form itself in her mind which she would have despised and driven out of her thoughts a few hours earlier; a resolution destined to lead to strange results.

She began to think of resorting once more to a means other than natural in order to influence the man she loved.
In the first moments she had felt sure of herself, and the certainty that the Wanderer had forgotten Beatrice as completely as though she had never existed had seemed to Unorna a complete triumph.

With little or no common vanity she had nevertheless felt sure that the man must love her for her own sake.

She knew, when she thought of it, that she was beautiful, unlike other women, and born to charm all living things.
She compared in her mind the powers she controlled at will, and the influence she exercised without effort over every one who came near her.

It had always seemed to her enough to wish in order to see the realisation of her wishes.