Perhaps, in her insolent self-confidence, she did not fear the effect on Narramore of the disclosure that might be made to him.

And who could say that her boldness was not likely to be justified?
He burned with wrath against her, the wrath of a hopelessly infatuated man.

Thoughts of revenge, no matter how ignoble, harassed his mind.

She counted on his slavish spirit, and even in saying that she did not ask him to release her, she saw herself already released.

At each reperusal of her letter he felt more resolved to disappoint the hope that inspired it.