She wanted to kiss him a hundred times, and bless him with every kiss.

And it did not help her to be told that these longings were the suggestions of the Evil One, and not to be listened to.
The black-robed monk, gliding about his house with downcast eyes and folded hands, had never seemed to Robert Worth so objectionable.

He knew that he kept the breach open between himself and his wife--that he thought it a point of religious duty to do so.

He knew that he was gradually isolating the wretched woman from her husband and children, and that the continual repetition of prayers and penances did not give her any adequate comfort for the wrong she was doing her affections.
The city was also in a condition of the greatest excitement.

The soldiers in the Alamo were under arms.