Escape and beauty beckoned ahead; behind were the chains.

These two letters of the one fact plucked her back.

The chained body bore the fluttering spirit: or it was the spirit in bonds, that dragged the body.

Both were abashed before the image of her girl.

Out of the riddle of her strange Nesta, one thing was clear: she did not love the man: and Nataly tasted gladness in that, from the cup of poisonous regrets at the thought.