The law?
What would the law do but protect him and make me an outcast?
How all Washington would gather up its virtuous skirts and avoid me, if it knew.

I wonder if he hates me as I do him ?" So Laura raved, in tears and in rage by turns, tossed in a tumult of passion, which she gave way to with little effort to control.
A servant came to summon her to dinner.

She had a headache.

The hour came for the President's reception.

She had a raving headache, and the Senator must go without her.
That night of agony was like another night she recalled.