All that she had loved she now loved the more.

She seemed to feel that she was defiantly flinging the wealth of her love in the face of misfortune and of hate.

No day passed but she prayed for all--and most fervently for her enemies.

It troubled her that she had lost, or had never gained, the whole control of her mind.

In some measure reason and wisdom and decision were locked in a chamber of her brain, awaiting a key.