She would have found it easier to do if she had conspired against her heart in doing it.

And yet, cold-bloodedly to expose him and pluck the clothing from a passion--dear to think of only when it is profoundly secret--struck her as an extreme baseness, of which not even the woman who perused and reperused his letters could be guilty.
Her head rang with some of the lines, and she accused her head of the crime of childishness, seeing that her heart was not an accomplice.

At the same time, her heart cried out violently against the business of a visit to Lady de Culme, and all the steps it involved.

Justly she accused her heart of treason.

Heart and head were severed.