She married Campion mainly out of pique because Whitton threw her over.

He was a man of sixty, and his son was grown up at the time.

I have often thought that he behaved with remarkable magnanimity when he adopted the child of the woman who had murdered his father." Olga shivered suddenly and violently.

The horror of the tale had turned her cold from head to foot.

She no longer questioned the truth of it.
She knew beyond all doubting that it was true.
The sun still shone gloriously, and the yacht slipped on through the shining water, throwing up the sparkling foam as she went.