The girl was already becoming depressed by a presentiment of the
dull, stagnant days to come. Scoville had been lost in the great
outside, unknown world completely. She was suffering from reaction
after the strong excitements and fatigues of her experience. Her two
lovers, remaining on the scene, possessed a sort of goading interest
which compelled her to think of them, but she contemplated their
near departure without regret. Nothing in her nature answered to
their looks, words and evident desires. She felt that she would as
soon marry one as the other, and that she would rather be buried
beside Captain Hanfield and take the journey of which Uncle Lusthah
had quaintly spoken than wed either. Yet in her lassitude she feared
that she could now be compelled to marry either or any one if enough
active force was employed, so strangely had ebbed her old fearless
spirit.
It were with a kind of wondering pity that she looked at Maynard and
saw the evidences of an honest, ardent attachment. "Why does he feel
so?" she asked herself.
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