The glow deepened, as she thought of it.

It was strange, too, that, with the deep, slow-moving nature of this girl, she should have striven so eagerly to throw this light over the future.
Commoner natures have done more and hoped less.

It was a poor gift, you think, this of the labour of a life for so plain a duty; hardly heroic.

She knew it.

Yet, if there lay in this coming labour any pain, any wearing effort, she clung to it desperately, as if this should banish, it might be, worse loss.