Shall soul not somehow pay for soul ?--D.

G.ROSSETTI.
Fay did not sleep that night.
For a long time past, she seemed to have been gradually, inevitably approaching, dragging reluctant feet towards something horrible, unendurable.

She could not look this veiled horror in the face.

She never attempted to define it to herself.

Her one object was to get away from it.
It had not sprung into life full grown.