He belonged to her realm of the imagination, of thought, of insight, of intellectual passions and the desires of the soul.

Far above any physical attraction Ian had ever possessed for her was the deep conviction that he gave her mind what no one else gave it, that he was the being who knew the song her spirit sang....

He should not go forever from her and with so cynical a completeness.

He should return; he should not triumph in his self-righteousness, be a living reproach to her always by his careless indifference to everything that had ever been between them.

If he treated her so because of what she had done to him, with what savagery might not she be treated, if all that had happened in the last three years were open as a book before him! Her husband--she had not thought of that.