Looking, he determined that she should never have that absolution which any outward or inward renewal of devotion would give her.

Scorn was too deep--that arrogant, cruel, adventitious attribute of the sinner who has not committed the same sin as the person he despises-- "Sweet is the refuge of scorn." His scorn was too sweet; and for the relish of it on his tongue, the price must be paid one way or another.

The sin of broken faith she had sinned had been the fruit of a great temptation, meaning more to a woman, a hundred times, than to a man.

For a man there is always present the chance of winning a vast fortune and the power that it brings; but it can seldom come to a woman except through marriage.

It ill became him to be self-righteous, for his life had not been impeccable-- "The shaft of slander shot Missed only the right blot!" Something of this came to him suddenly now as she drew away from him with a sense of humiliation, and a tear came unbidden to her eye.
She wiped the tear away, hastily, as there came a slight tapping at the door, and Krool entered, his glance enveloping them both in one lightning survey--like the instinct of the dweller in wild places of the earth, who feels danger where all is most quiet, and ever scans the veld or bush with the involuntary vigilance belonging to the life.