For a moment she saw him as the centre of a host of besetting fears; but her own sense of superior power nullified the force of the vision.

She was able to cope with him and his doings, were there such need.

And so her mind flew back to the personal side of her trouble: her blindness, her folly, her shame.
In truth she was doing good work for herself.

Her mind was working truly and to a beneficent end.

One by one she was overcoming the false issues of her passion and drifting to an end in which she would see herself face to face and would place so truly the blame for what had been as to make it a warning and ennobling lesson of her life.