He struck her.
The instant the blow was dealt he repented it.

She crouched down, silent, in a corner of the room, and eyed him steadily; it was a look that cooled his hot blood and made him tremble.

But there was no time now to think of a means of making atonement.

Nothing remained but to risk the worst till the funeral was over.

There was but one way of making sure of her.