"She refuses to answer my questions.

But I see that her mind is greatly agitated, while her person bears evidence of cruel treatment." "Mrs.Loring!" Dexter understood her meaning, and instantly grew calm.

"Evidences of cruel treatment!" "Yes, sir! Her cheek and temple are discolored from a recent bruise.
How came this ?" "She fainted, and struck herself in falling." "In your presence ?" "Yes." "And you did not put forth a hand to save her!" Mrs.Loring's foregone conclusions were running away with her.
"Excuse me madam," said Mr.Dexter, coldly, "you are going beyond the record.

I am not here at the confessional, but to see my wife.
Pray, do do not interpose needless obstacles." There was enough of contempt in the tones of Mr.Dexter to wound the pride and fire the self-love of Mrs.Loring; and enough of angry excitement about him, to give her a new impression of his character.
"You cannot see Jessie to-night," she answered firmly.

"She has flown back to me in wild affright--the mere wreck of what she was, poor child! when I gave her into your keeping--and the inviolable sanctity of my house is around her.