We are easily prophets, sure of being justified, when the cleverness of schemes devoted to material ends appears most delicately perfect.

History, the tales of households, the tombstone, are with us to inspire.

In Nataly's bosom, the reproof of her inefficiency for offering counsel where Victor for his soul's sake needed it, was beginning to thunder at whiles as a reproach of unfittingness in his mate, worse than a public denunciation of the sin against Society.
It might be decreed that she and Society were to come to reconcilement.
A pain previously thought of, never previously so realized, seized her at her next sight of Nesta.

She had not taken in her front mind the contrast of the innocent one condemned to endure the shadow from which the guilty was by a transient ceremony released.

Nature could at a push be eloquent to defend the guilty.