She said good-night in answer to Wilbur's and again fell to thinking.

There was no way out, absolutely no way.
She must live and die with this secret self-knowledge which abased her, gnawing at the heart.

Wilbur had told her that he believed that her authorship of _The Poor Lady_ might be the turning point of his election.

She was tongue-tied in a horrible spiritual sense.

She was disfigured for the rest of her life and she could never once turn away her eyes from her disfigurement.
The light from Annie Eustace's window shone in her room for two hours after that.