It seemed to her that she was to have a chance--that her patient effort might receive the highest reward after all.

She thanked God for the hope.

Her love was a sacred thing.

It was the natural, uncalculating outgrowth of her womanhood, and was inciting her toward all womanly grace.
Madge did not believe her motive, her purpose, to be unwomanly.

Should the opportunity offer, she did not intend to win Graydon by angling for him, by arts, blandishments, or one unmaidenly advance.