That only did she fear to realize and to face, because it was an unknown factor, a threatening flame.

Her sudden knowledge of it seemed inextricably merged with the mounting, strong, and steadfast stream of her spirit.
"I'll go to him.

I'll tell him," she murmured.

"He shall have _that!_...
Then I must bid him--good-by--forever!" To tell Wilson would be sweet; to leave him would be bitter.

Vague possibilities haunted her.