By his rigid adherence to his promise, she felt herself punished for having shuddered.

Why had she shuddered?
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Would she shudder now?
This wonderful first evening had quickly passed, in going from chamber to chamber, walking in the gardens, and supping with Hugh in the dining-hall, waited on by Mark and Beaumont, with Zachary to supervise, pour the wine, and stand behind her chair.
Then a final walk on the terrace; a grave good-night upon the stairs; and, at last, this time of quiet thought, in her own chamber.
She could not realise that she was wedded to Hugh; but her heart awoke to the fact that truly she was betrothed to him.