She could conceive of no plan of life that left him out, yet she felt that she must have some object to look forward to, some motive for action.

The spirit she had recently shown in taking so decisive a step proved her to possess a latent force of character of which she herself had not been conscious.

She would not sit down to dream and brood away the future.

She could never hope for Graydon Muir's love.

He would soon return to New York, and the idea that Miss Wildmere or any other girl would remain cold to his suit was preposterous.