Revenge and rehabilitation might be hers at a stroke--there was something dazzling in the completeness of the opportunity.
She stood silent, gazing away from him down the autumnal stretch of the deserted lane.

And suddenly fear possessed her--fear of herself, and of the terrible force of the temptation.

All her past weaknesses were like so many eager accomplices drawing her toward the path their feet had already smoothed.

She turned quickly, and held out her hand to Dorset.
"Goodbye--I'm sorry; there's nothing in the world that I can do." "Nothing?
Ah, don't say that," he cried; "say what's true: that you abandon me like the others.

You, the only creature who could have saved me!" "Goodbye--goodbye," she repeated hurriedly; and as she moved away she heard him cry out on a last note of entreaty: "At least you'll let me see you once more ?" Lily, on regaining the Gormer grounds, struck rapidly across the lawn toward the unfinished house, where she fancied that her hostess might be speculating, not too resignedly, on the cause of her delay; for, like many unpunctual persons, Mrs.Gormer disliked to be kept waiting.
As Miss Bart reached the avenue, however, she saw a smart phaeton with a high-stepping pair disappear behind the shrubbery in the direction of the gate; and on the doorstep stood Mrs.Gormer, with a glow of retrospective pleasure on her open countenance.