Impulses have intoxicated her once or twice--as when she asked my opinion about running off with Cavendish, and that boy and girl escapade with Rivington; nothing at all except high mettle, the innocent daring lurking in all thoroughbreds, and a great deal of very red blood racing through that superb young body.
But," Ferrall reined in to listen, "but if ever a man awakens her--I don't care who he is--you'll see a girl you never knew, a brand-new creature emerge with the last rags and laces of conventionality dropping from her; a woman, Kemp, heiress to every generous impulse, every emotion, every vice, every virtue of all that brilliant race of hers." "You seem to know," he said, amused and curious.
"I know.

Major Belwether told me that he had thought of Howard as an anchor for her.

It seemed a pity--Howard with all his cold, heavy negative inertia.

...

I said I'd do it.