It was down that street that she had walked with Selden, that September day two years ago; a few yards ahead was the doorway they had entered together. The recollection loosened a throng of benumbed sensations - longings, regrets, imaginings, the throbbing brood of the only spring her heart had ever known. It was strange herself passing his such an errand. She seemed suddenly to see her action as he would see it - and the fact of his own connection with it, the fact, to attaind her end, she must trade on his name, and profit by a secret of his past, chilled her blood with shame. What a long way she had travelled since the day of their first talk together! Even then her feet had been set in the path she was now following - even then she had resisted the hand held out.