You must judge the facts as you will, but no hasty and obvious judgment will hit the truth.' She was not listening to him.

Her eyes were fixed upon the letters, and over her heart there crept a desire which all but expelled other feeling, a desire to know what was there written.

She would have given her hand to be alone in the room with that pocket-book, now that she knew what it contained; no scruple would have withheld her.

The impossibility that her longing could ever be satisfied frenzied her with jealousy.
'I will leave you with them,' she exclaimed, speaking her' thought.

'You do not want me; I come between you and her.