Of some things in connection with her conduct to him she was afraid to think at all.

Thought, she felt, would come in time, and with it new pains and new shames, of which as yet she dared not think.
One morning came an envelope directed in Harold's hand.

The sight made her almost faint.

She rejoiced that she had been first down, and had opened the postbag with her own key.

She took the letter to her room and shut herself in before opening it.