Yes! She had even reached the level of being religiously proud of them! But now her bullied and crushed conscience leaped up again, and in the swift alarm of the shock her heart was once more violently beating.

Yet amid the wild confusion of her feelings, a mechanical intelligence guided her hand to follow Arthur Dayson's final sentences.

And there shone out from her soul a contempt for the miserable hack, so dazzling that it would have blinded him--had he not been already blind.
III That evening she sat alone in the office.

The first number of _The Five Towns Chronicle_, after the most astounding adventures, had miraculously gone to press.

Dayson and Sowter had departed.