An' now yer've killed the best in me as sure as yer murdered my wife.

Well, yer must pay for that, too." Clara sat on the chair like one in a trance.

She understood in a numbed kind of way that something dreadful was going to happen.

O God, she had never meant to do wrong! And if this was the punishment, let it come quickly.

Jonah had been walking backwards and forwards with nervous steps, and she noted every detail of his person with a fixed stare.