It was a look she had come to know singularly well of late, a look that she resented instinctively because it made her feel so small and puny.

It was a look that told her more decidedly than any words that he would have his way with her, resist him as she might.
She heard the church-bells ringing as she went to her room, but the impulse to obey their summons had wholly left her.

She lay down wearily upon her bed.

She wished there were not so many problems in life.

She had an uneasy sensation as of being caught in the endless meshes of an invisible net that compassed her whichever way she turned.
She did not sleep, but the rest did her good.