Each man lived his own life and paid his own price for living it.

The only pity was one had to pay so often for a single fault.

One had to pay over and over again, indeed.
In her dealings with man, destiny never closed her accounts.
There are moments, psychologists tell us, when the passion for sin, or for what the world calls sin, so dominates a nature that every fibre of the body, as every cell of the brain, seems to be instinct with fearful impulses.

Men and women at such moments lose the freedom of their will.

They move to their terrible end as automatons move.