They passed through the gate and vanished into the darkness of the moors.
"My opportunity had come.

I went to the house and tried the front window.
It was unlocked, and yielded.

I got through, and went quickly upstairs.

A light was shining underneath the study door.

I opened it, and saw Robert Turold sitting at his table writing with his back towards me.
"At the sight of that atrocious scoundrel sitting there immersed in his shameful project against a woman I had loved, my self-control gave way utterly, completely.