The wildest emotions must expend themselves in time, the fiercest passions must burn out.

At the end of two hours Mary Goddard was exhausted by the vehemence of her hysteric fear, and woke as from a dream to a dull sense of reality.

She knew, now that some power of reflection was restored to her, that the squire would give her intelligence of what had happened, so soon as he was able, and she knew also that she must wait until the morning before any such message could reach her.

She took the candle from the table and went upstairs.

Nellie was asleep, but her mother felt a longing to look at her again that night, not knowing what misery for her child the morrow might bring forth.
Nellie lay asleep in her bed, her rich brown hair plaited together and thrown back across the pillow.