When she first seated herself her thoughts had been altogether of him. She had feared no personal injury, even when she had asked him whether he would murder her. Her blood had been hot within her veins, and her heart had been full of defiance. Even yet she feared nothing, but continued to think of him and his misery, and his disgrace. That he was gone for ever, utterly and irretrievably ruined, thrown out, as it were, beyond the pale of men, was now certain to her. And this was the brother in whom she had believed; for whom she had not only been willing to sacrifice herself, but for whose purposes she had striven to sacrifice her cousin! What would he do now? As he passed from out of her sight down the hill, it seemed to her as though he were rushing straight into some hell from which there could be no escape.
[Illustration: Kate.]

Her thoughts were all of him. She had feared no personal injury, even when she had asked whether he would murder her. Her heart had been full of defiance; but now she thought of his misery, and his disgrace. That he was gone for ever, utterly ruined, was now certain to her. And this was the brother in whom she had believed; for whom she had not only been willing to sacrifice herself, but also her cousin! What would he do now? As he passed out of her sight, it seemed to her as though he were rushing straight into some hell from which there could be no escape.
