How was she to know that the image of this faraway and hateful Jane was fading from his mind, to be replaced by that of a certain present Juanna?
She took it all for granted, and filled in the details with a liberal hand and in high colours.
Juanna took it all for granted.

Again she shivered, and her lips turned grey with pain.

She understood now that she had loved him ever since the night when they first met in the slave camp.

It was her love, as yet unrecognised, which, transforming her, had caused her to behave so badly.

It had been dreadful to her to think that she should be thrust upon this man in a mock marriage; it was worse to know that he had entered on her rescue not for her own sake, but in the hope of winning wealth.