The moment of complete despair had passed when she had received that assurance from his lips, and as she thought of it, sitting in the absolute stillness of her room, the proportions of the storm grew less, and possible dimensions of a future hope greater--just as the seafarer when his ship lies in a flat calm of the oily harbour thinks half incredulously of the danger past, despises himself for the anxiety he felt, and vows that on the morrow he will face the waves again, though the winds blow ever so fiercely.

In Unorna the master passion was as strong as ever.

In a dim vision the wreck of her pride floated still in the stormy distance, but she turned her eyes away, for it was no longer a part of her.

The spectre of her humiliation rose up and tried to taunt her with her shame--she almost smiled at the thought that she could still remember it.

He lived, she lived, and he should yet be hers.
As her physical weariness began to disappear in the absolute quiet and rest, her determination revived.