By wise endeavor she had transformed that very weakness into her strength, and had returned to the scenes from which she had fled earnest and resolute--one who had made her choice for life and would abide by it.

Womanly to her very finger-tips, she was acting with the aggressive decision of a man.

Sensitive and timid beyond most women, she would not lose her happiness when it might be won in paths not only hedged about by all the proprieties of her lot, but also by a reserve and pride with which her own fine nature was pre-eminently endowed.

That she loved Graydon Muir was a truth for life.

If he could learn to love her from what she had sought to be, from what she simply was, he should have the chance.