was a deeper  still.
Within the depths of her  a voice told her that the picture was
true; that he might have awakened her, and led her out into the 
and light of a happy life--a life which she felt ought to be possible,
but which as yet had been but a vague and tantalizing wordnetdesire. Now the
world seemed to her utter chaos--a place of innumerable paths leading
nowhere; and her own hands had broken the clew that might have brought
her to something assured and satisfactory. She was very wretched, for
her life seemed but a little point between wordnetdesire on one side
and the blackness of death and nothingness on the other. The very
beauty of the landscapes about her often increased her . She felt
that a few weeks ago she would have enjoyed them keenly, and found in
their transference to canvas a source of unfailing . With a
conscious blush she thought that if he were present to encourage, to
stimulate her, by the very vitality of his earnest, loving nature, she
would be in the  of paradise itself. In a word, she saw the
heaven she could not enter.

To the degree that she had mind, , , and an intense
wordnetdesire for true , she was unhappy. Dress, dancing, the passing
 of society, the