She hated life, she sought and craved for death.

This was her sin.
Night by night she lay awake and thought of Anthony, her darling, her beloved.

She remembered that dream of his about a home that awaited him in another world, and she loved to fancy him as dwelling in that place of peace and making ready for her coming.
Nobody thought of him now except herself and his old dog Nell.

The dog thought of him, she was sure, for it would sleep beneath his empty bed, and at times sit up, look at it and whine.

Then it would come and rest its head upon her as she slept, and she would wake to find it looking at her with a question in its eyes.