Her pale face had power to move the most stoical--more powerful than the loudest outbursts of grief, or the paroxysms of a passionate and unsubdued sorrow.
What she suffered in those hours of silent anguish Heaven alone can ever know.

Thoughts forced themselves upon her almost too hard to bear.

Truly did she need the strength for which she had prayed on a former occasion.
It seems a sacrilegious intrusion to unveil the heart of this truly devoted woman, who had sacrificed her entire being to the wishes and welfare of one whom she had calmly laid to rest.

Fain would we stop here.

But the sequel must be told.
Lady Rosamond had married Gerald Bereford with a firm resolve to be a dutiful and yielding wife, yet her heart had refused to follow.