But then the whole affair was a mystery, totally out of keeping, in all its details, with the characters of these women, save--and what a fearful exception I here make--the awful end, which, alas! bespoke the fiery rush and impulse to destroy which marked Carmel's unbridled rages.
Of a less emotional attack she would be as incapable as any other good woman.

Poison she would never use.

Its presence there was due to another's forethought, another's determination.

But the poison had not killed.

Both glasses had been emptied, but--Ah! those glasses.