She would have felt, always, as though pity for her had influenced him.

She felt that she would always be searching his eyes, looking for signs which would indicate that he was thinking of her father.

And he was certain to think of him--those thoughts would come in spite of his efforts to forget; they would be back of every glance he threw at her; they would be lurking always near, to humiliate her.

The conviction sent a shudder over her.
The girl's mental processes were not involved; they went directly, unwaveringly, to the truth--the truth as her heart revealed it, as she knew it must be.

If there was any subconscious emotion in her heart or mind from which might spring chaotic impulses that would cloud her mental vision, she was not aware of it.