“Margaret had always dreaded lest her courage should fail her in any emergency, and she should be proved to be, what she dreaded lest she was--a coward. But now, in this real great time of reasonable fear and nearness of terror, she forgot herself, and felt only an intense sympathy--intense to painfulness--in the interests of the moment.”

“Her chief dread in life, at this period of her development, was that she would appear narrow minded; what she feared next afterwards was that she should be so.”

“It was not the passion that was new to her, it was the yearning adoration. She knew she had always feared it, for it left her helpless; she feared it still, lest if she adored him too much, then she would lose herself, become effaced, and she did not want to be effaced, a slave, like a savage woman. She must not become a slave. She feared her adoration, yet she would not at once fight against it.”

“She watched his face as earnestly as he watched the river. But, in the intensity of her look there was a touch of dread or horror.”

“She had never before minded being alone. Now she dreaded it. When she was alone now she felt so dreadfully alone.”

“She felt as she often did in class when she was nearly sure she had the right answer, but could not always make herself raise her hand.”