This inclined him to suppose that he had no fixed plan to injure him.

What right had he to suppose such plan had been formed?
The man before him wore no look of desperate passion.

In the pleasant weather even the dune was not an unfrequented place, and the bay was overlooked on all sides.

Caius could not decide whether his suspicion of O'Shea had been just or a monstrous injustice.

He felt such suspicion to be morbid, and he said nothing.