If we have any compunctions, they are quickly absorbed in the pride of our capture.

And more often still, as in the present case, we set our foot upon the poor victim by pure accident or venial carelessness.
Presently John was fast asleep, and Jess, her paroxysm past, was walking up and down, down and up, her little room, her bare feet falling noiselessly on the carpeting as she strove to wear out the first bitterness of her woe.

Oh that it lay in her power to recall the past few days! Oh that she had never seen his face, which must now be ever before her eyes! But for her there was no such possibility, and she felt it.

She knew her own nature well.

Her heart had spoken, and the word it said must roll on continually through the spaces of her mind.