But the boy was her one treasure, and no treasure to her husband.

They were burdens, and the heir of his House, child of a hated mother, was under perpetual menace from an unscrupulous tyrannical man.

The dread and antagonism were first aroused by the birth of her child.

She had not known while bearing him her present acute sensation of the hunted flying and at bay.

Previously, she could say: I did wrong here; I did wrong there.