Still I hoped.

I had seen other women's deadened and darkened spirits rebound and glow once more.

It began to dawn upon me, however, that more than time was imperative if she were ever to become her old self again.
Studying her closer, with less thought of myself and her reaction to my presence, I discovered that she trembled at shadows, seemed like a frightened deer with a step always on its trail, was afraid of the dark.
Then I wondered why I had not long before divined one cause of her strangeness.

The house where I had killed one of her kin would ever be haunted for her.

She had said she was a Southerner and that blood was thick.