Was it in her or in him?
She had a woman's assurance of his love and sometimes she caught her breath--so sweet and strong was the tumultuous emotion it stirred.

She preferred to enjoy while she could, to dream instead of think.

But it was not possible to hold a blank, dreamy, lulled consciousness all the time.

Thought would return.
And not always could she drive away a feeling that Glenn would never be her slave.

She divined something in his mind that kept him gentle and kindly, restrained always, sometimes melancholy and aloof, as if he were an impassive destiny waiting for the iron consequences he knew inevitably must fall.