Inevitable signs of the gust that should destroy it had been
apparent...and her dread returned. Even Bonbright was able to see
that his plan was not a perfect success.
If it had not been for Dulac. ... He complicated the thing
unendurably. ... If Bonbright were still heir apparent to the Foote
dynasty, and her plan might be carried out. ... She felt a duty
toward Dulac--she had promised to hold him always in her thoughts,
felt he was entitled to a sort of spiritual loyalty from her. And,
deprived of him, she fancied her love for him was as deep as the sea
and as enduring as time. ...
Long days alone, with only the slightest labor to occupy her hands
and mind, gave her idle time--fertile soil for the raising of a dark
crop of morbid thoughts. She brooded much, and, brooding, became
restless, unhappy, and she could not conceal it from Bonbright when
he came home eagerly for his dinner, ready to take up with boyish
hope the absurd game he had invented. She allowed herself to think of
Dulac; indeed, she forced herself to think of him.
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