In a few hours the struggle, the bitterness would begin again; but at least here was this interval of repose, of freedom.

Only when she was thus alone did she ever get that most voluptuous of all sensations--freedom.

Freedom and luxury! "I'm afraid I can't eat my cake and have it, too," she mused drowsily.

"Well--whether or not I can have freedom, at least I MUST have luxury.

I'm afraid Grant can't give me nearly all I want--who could ?...
If I had the courage--Craig could make more than Grant has, if he were put to it.