In Rex's nature the shame was immediate, and overspread like an ugly light all the hurrying images of what might come, which thrust themselves in with the idea that Gwendolen was again free--overspread them, perhaps, the more persistently because every phantasm of a hope was quickly nullified by a more substantial obstacle. 
In Rex's nature the shame was immediate, and overspread like an ugly light all the hurrying images of what might come now that Gwendolen was again free - overspread them, perhaps, the more persistently because every phantom hope was quickly nullified by an obstacle. 