In a few weeks she seemed to have almost outgrown girlhood; her steps were measured, her smile was seldom and lacked mirth.

The revelation would have done so much; the added and growing trouble of Mutimer's attentions threatened to sink her in melancholy.

She would not allow it to be seen more than she could help; cheerful activity in the life of home was one of her moral duties, and she strove hard to sustain it.

It was a relief to find herself alone each night, alone with her sickness of heart.
The repugnance aroused in her by the thought of becoming Mutimer's wife was rather instinctive than reasoned.

From one point of view, indeed, she deemed it wrong, since it might be entirely the fruit of the love she was forbidden to cherish.