She had never known before that he was so ugly, that his face was so heavy, his skin so thick and coarse and his expression so evilly ill-tempered.

She was not sufficiently analytical to be conscious that she had with one bound leaped to the appalling point of feeling uncontrollable physical abhorrence of the creature to whom she was chained for life.

She was terrified at finding herself forced to combat the realisation that there were certain expressions of his countenance which made her feel sick with repulsion.

Her self-reproach also was as great as her terror.

He was her husband--her husband--and she was a wicked girl.