Indeed, I have already broken it.

Let me look at you, my husband.

It is a strange thing to own after all these years--a husband." Dominey felt as though he were breathing an atmosphere of turgid and poisoned sweetness.

There was a flavour of unreality about the whole situation,--the room, this child woman, her beauty, her deliberate, halting speech and the strange things she said.
"You find me changed ?" he asked.
"You are very wonderfully changed.

You look stronger, you are perhaps better-looking, yet there is something gone from your face which I thought one never lost." "You," he said cautiously, "are more beautiful than ever, Rosamund." She laughed a little drearily.
"Of what use has my beauty been to me, Everard, since you came to my little cottage and loved me and made me love you, and took me away from Dour Roger?
Do you remember the school chidden used to call him Dour Roger ?--But that does not matter.