Now she understood what she had done, but she only understood because
of the threat which overshadowed her. It was no spiritual awakening.
It was again the self in her, threatened in its desires as a result of
her earlier wanton actions. Her motives, even the picture of the
carnage in that hidden valley, which came back to her unbidden, had no
power to add to the hopelessness of her feelings. Every emotion was
wrapped in the thought that she was about to be robbed of all the
fruits of the one great passion of her life.
She had one desire now, one motive in life only. It was the man she
had married. The man she had designed to marry for the station and
wealth he could offer her, and who had almost instantly become the
centre of her whole life. Nothing of any worldly consideration counted
any longer. There was nothing could interest her of which he did not
occupy the centre of the focus. Self dominated still, but it was a
more human type of self, which had, perhaps, some rightful claim on
human sympathy.
The shadows grew, and the wide airy room was filled with a hundred
added terrors which claimed reality in the troubled brain.
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