Her resolution did not falter; she was merely practising a trained discretion.

She was going to buy a pair of satin dancing slippers though the whole world should look upon her as lost.

Too long, she felt, had she dwelt among the untrodden ways.

As she had confided to her journal, the placid serenity of her life had become a sea of mad unrest.

Old moorings had been wrenched loose; she floated with strange tides.