She would, in spite of her strange position, have been welcomed with open arms by the whole neighborhood, but she was sick with mortal sorrow--life had not a charm for her.
She had no words for visitors--she had no wish left for enjoyment.

Just to dream her life away was all she cared for.

The disappointment was so keen, so bitter, she could not overcome it.

Death would free Norman from all burden--would free him from this tie that must be hateful to him.
Death was no foe to be met and fought with inch by inch; he was rather a friend who was to save her from the embarrassment of living on--a friend who would free her husband from the effects of his terrible mistake.
Madaline had never sent for her mother, not knowing whether Lord Arleigh would like it; but she had constantly written to her, and had forwarded money to her.

She had sent her more than Margaret Dornham was willing to accept.