Her face was dark with passion; yet she was maintaining some control over herself, though with great difficulty.

She had never struck me yet, but I trembled and shrank from her, and was thankful when she flung herself out of the room, pulling the door violently after her, and locking it noisily, as if the harsh, jarring sounds would be more terrifying than the tones of her own voice.
Left to myself I turned round to the light, catching a fresh glimpse of my face in the mirror--a pale and sadder and more forlorn face than before.

I almost hated myself in that glass.

But I was hungry, for I was young, and my health and appetite were very good; and I sat down to my plain fare, and ate it heartily.

I felt stronger and in better spirits by the time I had finished the meal; I resolved to brave it out a little longer.