Beyond the resolve, that she would not abandon the woman who had made confession to her, she formed no conscious resolutions.

Far ahead down her journey of the years to come, she did see muffled things she might hope and would strive to do.

They were chrysalis shapes.

Above all, she flew her blind quickened heart on the wings of an imaginative force; and those of the young who can do that, are in their blood incorruptible by dark knowledge, irradiated under darkness in the mind.

Let but the throb be kept for others.