She threw open her window, and drew in the soft spring air.

She needed all the purity and quiet that nature could give, for her whole soul was in revolt, wounded, mortified, exasperated.

Against the sentiment of all her friends she had insisted upon believing in this man; she had wrought herself up to the point of accepting him for her husband; a man who, if law were the same thing as justice, ought to be in a felon's cell; a man who could take money to betray his trust.

Her anger at first swept away all bounds.

She was impatient for the moment when she should see him again, and tear off his mask.