She was at bay--that was the truth of it.

There must be some course of action upon which presently she must determine.

What could it be?
How could she take arms against her new, vast sea of troubles, so far more great than falls to the average woman, no matter how ill, how afflicted, how unfit for the vast, grim conflict which ends at last at the web?
One way out would be to end life itself.

Her instinct, her religious training, her principles, her faith, rebelled against that thought.
No--no! That was not right.

Her life, even her faint, pulsing, crippled life, was a sacred trust to her.