To remain weak, helpless, and in perpetual dread was impossible.
Her mind also was clear and strong enough for self-arraignment, and in bitterness she partially condemned herself that she had lost her chance for happiness.

Her conscience had often troubled her that she had given up so weakly to the habit of invalidism, but she had never had sufficient motive for the vigorous and sustained effort essential to overcome it.

Indeed, her frailty had seemed a claim upon Graydon, and made it more natural for him to pet her.

Now that she was thinking deeply, she was compelled to admit that her ill health was to some extent her fault as well as her misfortune.

Circumstances, natural indolence, and her sister's extreme indulgence had brought about a condition of life that propagated itself.