"Walter means to murder him!" she almost screamed.

"Oh, my God, my God, what shall I do!" she cried aloud clasping her hands suddenly over her face and rocking herself to and fro.
The vicar was horror-struck; he could hardly believe his ears, and believing them his senses swam.

In his wildest dreams--and the good man's dreams were rarely wild--he had never thought that such things could come near him.

Being a very good man and, moreover, a wise man when he had plenty of time for reflection, he folded his hands quietly and bent his head, praying fervently for the poor tortured woman who moaned and tossed herself beside him.

It was a terrible moment.