But to-day there had settled over that once innocent spirit, a cloud of too impenetrable a nature for any light to struggle to and fro between us.
I could not contemplate that cloud.

I could not dwell upon her misery, or upon the revulsion of feeling which follows such impetuous acts.

And it had been an impetuous act--the result of one of her rages.

I had been told of these rages.

I had even seen her in one.