Did he ever cease to cherish her--a thought at which she smiled in her proud confidence--that could in nothing affect her love for him, which was not otherwise to be expressed than as the sum of her consciousness....
The pale light of dawn began to glimmer through the window-blind.

Emily gave it full admission, and looked out at the morning sky; faintest blue was growing between streaks of cold grey.

Her eyes ached from the fixedness of intense thought; the sweet broad brow was marble, the disorder of her hair spoke of self-abandonment in anguish.

She had no thought of seeking rest; very far from her was sleep and the blessedness of oblivion.

She felt as though sleep would never come again.
But she knew what lay before her; doubt was gone, and there only remained fear to shake her heart.