Her thought, started in whatever direction, seemed to slide always into that one all-comprehending circle--she could not get her imagination away from it.

She began to realize that the mind of mortal man could not get away from the law which produced it.

She began to understand dimly, as one begins to understand any great truth, that everything around her obeyed that unwritten fundamental law of love, expressed it, sounded it, down to the leaves of the trees casting their flickering shadows on the silver field of moonlight, and the long-drawn chorus of the insects of the summer night.

She thought of Abby and how much she loved her; then that love seemed the step which gave her an impetus to another love.

She began to remember Granville Joy, how he had kissed her that night over the fence and twice since, how he had walked home with her from entertainments, how he had looked at her.