A song of joy, whose glad notes drowned their hootings, now sounded in her heart.

She thought of her father with tender compassion, and did not now so frequently yield to dreams of bitter vengeance.

Her dawning love cooled her feverish broodings like the fresh breezes of the dawn.

At the same time she acquired the instinctive cunning of a young girl in love.

She felt that she must maintain her usual silent and rebellious demeanour if she were to escape Justin's suspicions.