silently along over the fell.

The reader will surmise from this that she was already half inclined
to give way, and to join her lot to that of her cousin George. Alas,
yes! The reader will be right in his surmise. And yet it was not her
wordnetdesire for the man that prompted her to run so terrible a risk. Had
it been so, I think that it would be easier to forgive her. She was
beginning to think that wordnetdesire,--the wordnetdesire of which she had once thought
so much,--did not matter. Of what use was it, and to what had it led?
What had wordnetdesire done for her friend Glencora? What had wordnetdesire done for
her? Had she not loved John Grey, and had she not felt that with all
her wordnetdesire life with him would have been distasteful to her? It would
have been impossible for her to marry a man whom personally she
disliked; but she liked her cousin George,--well enough, as she said
to herself almost indifferently.

Upon the whole it was a grievous task to her in these days,--this
having to do something with her life. Was it not all vain and futile?
As for that girl's wordnetdesire of the  of wordnetdesire which she had once