Dexter had his eyes on me all the while, and if I crossed his path suddenly he looked as if he would have destroyed me with a glance.

The fearful illness, which came so near extinguishing the life of Mrs.Dexter, was, I have never doubted, in consequence of that meeting and circumstances springing directly therefrom.

A friend of mine had a room adjoining theirs at Newport, and he once said to me, without imagining my interest in the case, that on the day before Mrs.Dexter's illness was known, he had heard her voice pitched to a higher key than usual, and had caught a few words that too clearly indicated a feeling of outrage for some perpetrated wrong.

There was stern defiance also, he said, in her tones.

He was pained at the circumstance, for he had met Mrs.Dexter frequently, he said, at Newport, and was charmed with her fine intelligence and womanly attractions.
"Once after that we looked into each other's faces, and only once.
And then, as before, we read the secret known only to ourselves--but without design.