The dreary foreboding of what it might be, filled her with a superstitious dread from which she recoiled.

One of the windows was open already; she threw up the other to get more air.

In the cooler atmosphere her memory recovered itself; she recollected the newspaper, that Herbert had taken from her.

Instantly she rang for the maid.

"Ask the first waiter you see downstairs for today's newspaper; any one will do, so long as I don't wait for it." The report of the Divorce--she was in a frenzy of impatience to read what _he_ had read--the report of the Divorce.
When her wish had been gratified, when she had read it from beginning to end, one vivid impression only was left on her mind.