Even now she lacked self-assurance, but there was that in what she had already experienced which left her a little less than timid.

She wanted pleasure, she wanted position, and yet she was confused as to what these things might be.

Every hour the kaleidoscope of human affairs threw a new luster upon something, and therewith it became for her the desired--the all.

Another shift of the box, and some other had become the beautiful, the perfect.
On her spiritual side, also, she was rich in feeling, as such a nature well might be.

Sorrow in her was aroused by many a spectacle--an uncritical upwelling of grief for the weak and the helpless.