As she read it over to herself she thought that there was a tone through it of natural feminine uncautious eagerness. She put her letter up in an envelope, stuck a stamp on it and addressed it,--and then threw herself back in her chair to think of her position.
He should marry her,--or there should be something done which should make the name of Winifrid Hurtle known to the world! She had no plan of revenge yet formed. She would not talk of revenge,--she told herself that she would not even think of revenge,--till she was quite sure that revenge would be necessary. But she did think of it, and could not keep her thoughts from it for a moment. Could it be possible that she, with all her intellectual gifts as well as those of her outward person, should be thrown over by a man whom well as she loved him,--and she did love him with all her heart,--she regarded as greatly inferior to herself! He had promised to marry her; and he should marry her, or the world should hear the story of his perjury!

As she read it over she thought that it had a tone of natural feminine eagerness. She put her letter in an envelope, addressed it, and then threw herself back in her chair to think.
He should marry her - or the name of Winifrid Hurtle would become known to the world! She had no plan of revenge yet formed - she told herself she would not even think of revenge, till she was quite sure that revenge would be necessary. But she did think of it all the time.
Could it be possible that she, with all her cleverness and good looks, should be thrown over by a man who - well as she loved him - she regarded as greatly inferior to herself? He had promised to marry her; and he should marry her, or the world should hear the story of his perjury!
