Pauline Felix--all that was adulterous and vile in women--there it was! Her mind too, as never before, was full of a haughty complacency in herself.

She felt like the member of some petty sect who is sure that God communes with him inside of his altar rails, while the man is outside whom he believes that God made only to be damned.
Lisa began to undress.

Frances quickly turned away, ashamed of peeping into her chamber.

But the one fact burned on into her brain: The woman was killing George.
If God would rid the world of her! If a storm should rise now, and the lightning strike the house, and these stone walls should fall on her, now--now! But the walls stood firm and the moonlight shone tranquilly on the world outside.
She told herself to be calm--to be just.

But there was no justice while this woman went on with her work! God saw.