This abode of her married life appeared to her as lonely and unsafe as though it had been situated in the midst of a forest.

No receptacle she could think of amongst the solid, heavy furniture seemed other but flimsy and particularly tempting to her conception of a house-breaker.

It was an ideal conception, endowed with sublime faculties and a miraculous insight.

The till was not to be thought of.

It was the first spot a thief would make for.