fell asleep once or twice," she answered, carelessly. "I
suppose my nerves are a little shaken. The bold black eyes of
that man who stared so rudely at me yesterday evening seemed to
be looking at me again in my wordnetdesire. If we see him to-day, and if
he annoys me any more, I must  you to speak to him. We
will meet here again at two o'clock. Don't be hard with Mrs.
Wragge; teach her what she must learn as tenderly as you can."

With those words she left him, and went upstairs.

She lay down on her bed with a heavy sigh, and tried to sleep. It
was useless. The dull weariness of herself which now possessed
her was not the weariness which finds its remedy in . She
rose again and sat by the window, looking out listlessly over the
sea.

A weaker nature than hers would not have felt the  of
Frank's desertion as she had felt it -- as she was feeling it
still. A weaker nature would have found refuge in wordnetanger and
 in tears. The passionate strength of Magdalen's wordnetdesire
clung desperately to the  wreck of its own delusion
-clung, until she tore herself from it, by plain force of will.
All that her