Of late she had grown away from what affection she had shown at first.

She could not bear interference with her pleasures, and seemed uncontrollable.

Lane felt baffled.

This thing was a Juggernaut impossible to stop.
Lane had scraped acquaintance with Harry Hale, one of Lorna's admirers, a boy of eighteen, who lived with his widowed mother on the edge of the town.

He appeared to be an industrious, intelligent, quiet fellow, not much given to the prevailing habits of the young people.
In his humble worship of Lorna he was like a dog.