"Mrs.Gallilee wishes to see you," she said--and shut the door again, the instant the words were out of her mouth.
Mrs.Gallilee! The very name was full of promise at that moment.

It suggested hope--merciless hope.
She left the window, and consulted her looking-glass.

Even to herself, her haggard face was terrible to see.

She poured eau-de-cologne and water into her basin, and bathed her burning head and eyes.

Her shaggy black hair stood in need of attention next.