Time and absence are the great antiseptics.

When the corrupt cause disappears the effect follows.

Cheer up, dear; I take the night train." But she only pressed her pale face closer to his shoulder.

Their interlocked shadows, huge, fantastic, streamed across the eastern dunes as they moved slowly on together.
"Louis!" "Yes ?" She could not say it.

Close to the breaking point, she was ready now to give up to him more than he might care for--the only shred left which she had shrunk from letting him think was within his reach for the asking--her name.
Pride, prejudice, had died out in the fierce outbreak of a heart amazingly out of place in the body of one who bore her name.
Generations of her kinsmen, close and remote, had lived in the close confines of narrow circles--narrow, bloodless, dull folk, almost all distantly related--and they had lived and mated among themselves, coldly defiant of that great law which dooms the over-cultivated and inbred to folly and extinction.
Somewhere, far back along the race-line, some mongrel ancestor had begun life with a heart; and, unsuspected, that obsolete organ had now reappeared in her, irritating, confusing, amazing, and finally stupefying her with its misunderstood pulsations.
At first, like a wounded creature, consciousness of its presence turned her restless, almost vicious.