She did not seem to brood any longer over sad thoughts, yet it was seldom she behaved or spoke light-heartedly; her face often indicated an absent mind, but it was the calm musing of one whose thoughts look to the future and strengthen themselves with hope.

Times there were when she drew away into solitude, and these were the intervals of doubt and self-questioning.
With her grandfather she was reconciled; she had become convinced of his kindness to her, and the far-off past was now seldom in her mind.
The trouble originated in the deepest workings of her nature.

When she found herself comparing her position now with that of former days, it excited in her a restive mood to think that chance alone had thus raised her out of misery, that the conscious strength and purity of her soul would never have availed to help her to the things which were now within her grasp.

The old sense of the world's injustice excited anger and revolt in her heart.

Chance, chance alone befriended her, and the reflection injured her pride.