There must be no doubt left to torture her afterwards.

She would take care that there was no mistake.

Schooling herself to her task, and pressing one hand for a moment to her side as though to repress the beating of her heart, she came behind him and touched him tenderly on the arm.
'Leonard,' she said softly, 'are you sure there is no mistake?
Do you not see that I am asking you,' she intended to say 'to be my husband,' but she could not utter the words, they seemed to stick in her mouth, so she finished the sentence: 'that I be your wife ?' The moment the words were spoken--the bare, hard, naked, shameless words--the revulsion came.

As a lightning flash shows up the blackness of the night the appalling truth of what she had done was forced upon her.

The blood rushed to her head till cheeks and shoulders and neck seemed to burn.