She would tear a passion to rags.

Her very training on the stage would come to her aid in scathing words--perhaps threats.

If Grant remained cold to her appeal the village beauty should be made to suffer.
Then _he_ would flame into storm.

And so the upas-tree of tragedy spread its poisonous shade until reason fled, and some demon whispered, 'Kill!' I find no flaw in my theory.

It explains the inexplicable.