The moment made her a woman.

Where was the fulfilment of those vague, stingingly sweet dreamy fancies of love?
Where was her maiden reserve, that she so boldly recognized an unsolicited passion?
Her eyes met Dorn's steadily, and she felt some vital and compelling spirit pass from her to him.

She saw him struggle with what he could not understand.

It was his glance that wavered and fell, his hand that trembled, his breast that heaved.

She loved him.