With what an unworn crown would she have crowned him! but she had rifled her maiden regalia to adorn an impostor.

And love came to her now, not as to others, but whetting the fangs of remorse and blowing the fires of shame.
But one thing it opened her eyes to, and made certain from the first instant of her new consciousness, namely, that since she loved him she could not keep her promise to marry him.

In her previous mood of dead indifference to all things, it had not mattered to her one way or the other.

Reckless what became of her, she had only a feeling that seeing he had been so good he ought to have any satisfaction he could find in marrying her.

But what her indifference would have abandoned to him her love could not endure the thought of giving.