This, as she partly apprehended, is the state of the woman who is already on the slope of her nature's mine-shaft, dreading the rush downwards, powerless to break away from the light.
Letters perused and reperused, coming from a man never fervently noticed in person, conjure features one would wish to put beside the actual, to make sure that the fiery lines he writes are not practising a beguilement.

Aminta had lost grasp of the semblance of the impassioned man.

She just remembered enough of his eyes to think there might be healing in a sight of him.
Latterly she had refused to be exhibited to a tattling world as the great nobleman's conquest:--The 'Beautiful Lady Doubtful' of a report that had scorched her cars.

Theatres, rides, pleasure-drives, even such houses as she saw standing open to her had been shunned.

Now she asked the earl to ride in the park.
He complied, and sent to the stables immediately, just noted another of her veerings.