Then the enduring heart began to grow stronger to bear, and, in self-protection, to put on sterner moods.

Hers was not a spirit to yield weakly in any struggle.

She was formed for endurance, pride and self-reliance giving her strength above common natures.

But this did not really lessen her suffering, for she was not only capable of deep affection, but really loved Hartley almost as her own life; and the thought of losing him, whenever it grew distinct, filled her with terrible anguish.
With pain her father saw the color leave her cheeks, her eyes grow fixed and dreamy, and her lips shrink from their full outline.
"Write to Hartley," he said to her one day, after a week had passed.
"Never!" was her quick, firm, almost sharply uttered response; "I would die first!" "But, my daughter--" "Father," she interrupted him, two bright spots suddenly burning on her cheeks, "don't, I pray you, urge me on this point.

I have courage enough to break, but I will not bend.