The day's work seemed long and hard; she felt an unwonted need of rest.

And these things caused trouble of the mind.

With scarcely an hour of depression she had worked on through those months of solitude, supported by the sense that every day brought an accession of the strength of purity, that the dark time was left one more stage behind, and that trust in herself was growing assured.
But it was harder than she had foreseen, to maintain reserve and reticence when her heart was throbbing with passion; the effect upon her of Waymark's comparative coldness was so much harder to bear than she had imagined.

Her mind tortured itself incessantly with the fear that some new love had taken possession of him.

And now there had befallen her this new misfortune, which, it might be, would once more bring about a crisis in her life.
Of course she must forthwith set about finding new work.