I heard the way he was talking to you then; that was his damned good-nature, and he has us at his mercy all the same." Rachel had never seen her husband in such a passion; indeed, she had never before known him in a state of mind to justify the use of such a word.

He was paler than his wont, his eyes brighter, his lips more bloodless.

Rachel experienced a strange sense of advantage, at once unprecedented and unforeseen, and with it an irresistible temptation to the sort of revenge which she knew to be petty at the time.

But he had made her suffer; for once it was her turn.

He could be cold as ice when she was not, could deny her his confidence when she all but fell upon her knees before him; he should learn what it was to be treated as he had treated her.
"I'm well aware of it," said Rachel, with a harsh, dry laugh, "though in point of fact I don't for a moment believe that he'll give me away.