In another instant she had buried her face in the pillow that still bore the impress of Ella's face.
"Oh, God--my God, forgive me--forgive me--forgive me!" was her silent, passionate prayer as she lay there sobbing.

"How could I ever have such a thought, so terrible a thought.

She is my friend--my sister--and she put herself into her husband's arms and kissed him! Oh, God, forgive me!" That was her prayer for the greater part of the night as she lay in her white bed.
She felt that she had sinned grievously in thought against her friend, when she recalled the way in which her friend had thrown herself into the arms of her husband.

That was the one action which the girl felt should entitle Ella Linton to be the subject of no such horrid thought as had been for a shocking instant forced upon her mind, when she reflected upon the strange passion which had tingled through Ella's repetition of the fiery words of _Juliet_.
She recalled every strange element in the incident of Ella's appearance in the drawing room: the way in which Ella had kissed her and clung to her as a child might have done on finding someone to protect it; she recalled the wild words which Ella had uttered, and, finally, the terrible expression which had appeared on her face as she whispered that reckless answer to Phyllis' question, when she had picked up her wrap and flung it around her just before the sound of footsteps had come to their ears.

All that she recalled in connection with that extraordinary visit of Ella's was quite intelligible to her; but the mystery of all was more than neutralized by her recollection of the way Ella had thrown herself into her husband's arms.