Imagining a fall down some suddenly spied chasm of her nature, she had a sisterly feeling for the women named sinful.

At the same time, reflecting that they are sinful only with the sinful, she knelt thankfully at the feet of the man who had saved her from such danger.

Tears threatened.

They were a poor atonement for the burning of his younger letters.

But not he--she was the sufferer, and she whipped up a sensation of wincing at the flames they fell to, and at their void of existence, committing sentimental idiocies worthy of a lovesick girl, consciously to escape the ominous thought, which her woman's perception had sown in her, that he too chafed at a marriage no marriage: was true in fidelity, not true through infidelity, as she had come to be.