How was it that he haunted her imagination so persistently? What could it be? Why did she care for what he thought, in spite of all her pride; in spite of herself? She believed that she could have borne the sense of Almighty displeasure, because He knew all, and could read her penitence, and hear her cries for help in time to come. But Mr. Thornton--why did she tremble, and hide her face in the pillow? What strong feeling had overtaken her at last?

How was it that he haunted her imagination so persistently? Why did she care what he thought in spite of all her pride? She believed that she could have borne the sense of Almighty displeasure, because He knew all, and could read her penitence. But Mr. Thornton - why did she tremble, and hide her face in the pillow? What strong feeling had overtaken her at last?
