At the same time, she would not delay to inflict any injury, big or little, which would wound the object of her revenge and still leave him uncertain as to the source of the evil.

She was a cold, self-centred woman, with many a thought of her own which never found expression, not even by so much as the glint of an eye.
Hurstwood felt some of this in her nature, though he did not actually perceive it.

He dwelt with her in peace and some satisfaction.

He did not fear her in the least--there was no cause for it.

She still took a faint pride in him, which was augmented by her desire to have her social integrity maintained.