"Love--was it love, after all ?" Rose did not know, but she gave her head a proud shake.

"I never would put him in such a position, and lie about him, just because--" she said to herself.
She did not finish her sentence.

Rose was innately modest even as to her own self-disclosures.

Her emotions were so healthy that she had the power to keep them under the wings of her spirit, both to guard and hold the superior place.

She had a feeling that Lucy Ayres's love for Horace was in a way an insult to him.