The man doesn't live who trusts you more implicitly, who believes in you more devotedly, than I do." His eyes, his voice, his manner, all told her that those words came from the heart.

She contrasted his generous confidence in her (the confidence of which she was unworthy) with her ungracious distrust of him.

Not only had she wronged Grace Roseberry--she had wronged Julian Gray.

Could she deceive him as she had deceived the others?
Could she meanly accept that implicit trust, that devoted belief?
Never had she felt the base submissions which her own imposture condemned her to undergo with a loathing of them so overwhelming as the loathing that she felt now.

In horror of herself, she turned her head aside in silence and shrank from meeting his eye.