And she looked forward over a waste of hours, and saw herself go on to rage, and tremble, and be softened, and rage again, until the day came and the labours of the day must be renewed.
Suddenly she heard feet on the stairs--his feet, and soon after the sound of a window-sash flung open.

She sat up with her heart beating.

He had gone to his room alone, and he had not gone to bed.

She might again have one of her night cracks; and at the entrancing prospect, a change came over her mind; with the approach of this hope of pleasure, all the baser metal became immediately obliterated from her thoughts.

She rose, all woman, and all the best of woman, tender, pitiful, hating the wrong, loyal to her own sex--and all the weakest of that dear miscellany, nourishing, cherishing next her soft heart, voicelessly flattering, hopes that she would have died sooner than have acknowledged.