Para.10:Now her bosom rose and fell tumultuously.She was beginning to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her,and she was striving to beat it back with her will--as powerless as her two white slender hands would have been. Para.11:When she abandoned herself a little whispered word escaped her slightly parted lips. She said it over and over under her breath:"free,free,free!"The vacant stare and the look of terror that had followed it went from her eyes.They stayed keen and bright.Her pulses beat fast, and the coursing blood warmed and relaxed every inch of her body. Para.12:She did not stop to ask if it were or were not a monstrous joy that held her.A clear and exalted perception enabled her to dismiss the suggestion as trivial. Para.13:She knew that she would weep again when she saw the kind,tender hands folded in death;the face that had never looked save with love upon her,fixed and gray and dead.But she saw beyond that bitter moment a long procession of years to come that would belong to her absolutely.And she opened and spread her arms out to them in welcome. Para.14:There would be no one to live for during those coming years;she would live for herself.There would be no powerful will bending hers in that blind persistence with which men and women believe they have a right to impose a private will upon a fellow-creature.A kind intention or a cruel intention made the act seem no less a crime as she looked upon it in that brief moment of illumination. Para.15:And yet she had loved him--sometimes.Often she had not.What did it matter!What could love,the unsolved mystery,count for in face of this possession of self-assertion which she suddenly recognized as the strongest impulse of her being! Para.16:"Free!Body and soul free!"she kept whispering. Para.17:Josephine was kneeling before the closed door with her lips to the keyhole, imploring for admission."Louise,open the door!I beg,open the door--you will make yourself ill. What are you doing Louise?For heaven's sake open the door." Para.18:"Go away.I am not making myself ill."No;she was drinking in a very elixir of life through that open window. Para.19:Her fancy was running riot along those days ahead of her.Spring days,and summer days,and all sorts of days that would be her own.She breathed a quick prayer that life might be long.It was only yesterday she had thought with a shudder that life might be long. Para.20:She arose at length and opened the door to her sister's importunities.There was a feverish triumph in her eyes,and she carried herself unwittingly like a goddess of Victory.She clasped her sister's waist,and together they descended the stairs.Richards stood waiting for them at the bottom.Para.10: Now her bosom rose and fell tumultuously. She was beginning to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will--as powerless as her two white slender hands would have been. Para.11: When she abandoned herself a little whispered word escaped her slightly parted lips. She said it over and over under her breath: "free, free, free!" The vacant stare and the look of terror that had followed it went from her eyes. They stayed keen and bright. Her pulses beat fast, and the coursing blood warmed and relaxed every inch of her body. Para.12: She did not stop to ask if it were or were not a monstrous joy that held her. A clear and exalted perception enabled her to dismiss the suggestion as trivial. Para.13: She knew that she would weep again when she saw the kind, tender hands folded in death; the face that had never looked save with love upon her, fixed and gray and dead. But she saw beyond that bitter moment a long procession of years to come that would belong to her absolutely. And she opened and spread her arms out to them in welcome. Para.14: There would be no one to live for during those coming years; she would live for herself. There would be no powerful will bending hers in that blind persistence with which men and women believe they have a right to impose a private will upon a fellow-creature. A kind intention or a cruel intention made the act seem no less a crime as she looked upon it in that brief moment of illumination. Para.15: And yet she had loved him--sometimes. Often she had not. What did it matter! What could love, the unsolved mystery, count for in face of this possession of self-assertion which she suddenly recognized as the strongest impulse of her being! Para.16: "Free! Body and soul free!" she kept whispering. Para.17: Josephine was kneeling before the closed door with her lips to the keyhole, imploring for admission. "Louise, open the door! I beg, open the door--you will make yourself ill. What are you doing Louise? For heaven's sake open the door." Para.18: "Go away. I am not making myself ill." No; she was drinking in a very elixir of life through that open window. Para.19: Her fancy was running riot along those days ahead of her. Spring days, and summer days, and all sorts of days that would be her own. She breathed a quick prayer that life might be long. It was only yesterday she had thought with a shudder that life might be long. Para.20: She arose at length and opened the door to her sister's importunities. There was a feverish triumph in her eyes, and she carried herself unwittingly like a goddess of Victory. She clasped her sister's waist, and together they descended the stairs. Richards stood waiting for them at the bottom