What a monstrous thing! Why did she go on pretending, playing a farce?
I could have sworn that no girl lived who was more thoroughly honest in word and deed and thought.

It's awful to think how one can be deceived.

I understand now the novels about unfaithful wives, and all that kind of thing.

I always said to myself--'Pooh, as if a fellow wouldn't know if his wife were deceiving him'! By Jove this has made me afraid of the thought of marriage.

I shall never again trust a woman." Warburton sat in meditation, only half smiling.
"Of course, she's ashamed to face me.