There shall be no perhaps.

I loathe myself for thinking of it.
Pray for me, lest I fall so low again." A few minutes later Corona left the confessional and went and kneeled in the body of the church to collect her thoughts.

She was in a very different frame of mind from that in which she had left home an hour ago.
She hardly knew whether she felt herself a better woman, but she was sure that she was stronger.

There was no desire left in her to meditate sadly upon her sorrow--to go over and over in her thoughts the feelings she experienced, the fears she felt, the half-formulated hope that Giovanni might love her after all.

There was left only a haughty determination to have done with her folly quickly and surely, and to try and forget it for ever.