I confess I could not read it in the least, but it left upon my mind the belief that she was a false woman, and yet ashamed of her own falsity.

There was the greatest triumph of her art, that in those terrible circumstances she should still have succeeded in conveying to me, and to the hundreds of others who watched, this conviction of her own turpitude.
For a moment her eyes met those of Orme, but although he searched them with pleading and despair in his glance, I could trace in hers no relenting sign, but only challenge not unmixed with mockery.

Then with a short, hard laugh she let fall her veil again and turned to talk with Joshua.

Oliver stood silent a little while, long enough for Higgs to whisper to me: "I say, isn't this downright awful?
I'd rather be back in the den of lions than live to see it." As he spoke I saw Oliver put his hand to where his revolver usually hung, but, of course, it had been taken from him.

Next he began to search in his pocket, and finding that tabloid of poison which I had given him, lifted it toward his mouth.