Existence was merely inextricable confusion in the dark.

I never dreamt of a path appearing, of a return of sunshine, of a story like this to be afterwards told.
Rachel's conduct was variable and strange to me at this time.

She kept aloof from me, as I have told you, looking on at my poor little frantic efforts to be careless with a grand contempt.

She watched me as closely as Grace watched her; but one day, I know not how it happened, some word of jealous misery escaped me, and Rachel grew very white and silent, and there was a long pause of days before either of us addressed the other again; but Rachel's look and manner was altered to me from that moment.
A long, tender, wistful gaze followed me about.

She did not venture to dispute Grace Tyrrell's possession of me, but it made her uneasy.