Then stopping, his eye fell upon the picture of his once-admired Madona.

He tore it with indignation from the wall: He threw it on the ground, and spurned it from him with his foot.
'The Prostitute!' Unfortunate Matilda! Her Paramour forgot that for his sake alone She had forfeited her claim to virtue; and his only reason for despising her was that She had loved him much too well.
He threw himself into a Chair which stood near the Table.

He saw the card with Elvira's address.

He took it up, and it brought to his recollection his promise respecting a Confessor.

He passed a few minutes in doubt: But Antonia's Empire over him was already too much decided to permit his making a long resistance to the idea which struck him.