How plainly Mary used to tell me what I was! I scorned her words! It seemed, then, too late to repent.

And now I am repenting! I little thought ever to give in like this! But of one thing I am sure--that, if I had known you, not all the terrors of my father would have made me marry the man." Was this all the feeling she had for her dead husband?
Although Godfrey could hardly at the moment feel regret she had not loved him, it yet made him shiver to hear her speak of him thus.

In the perfected grandeur of her external womanhood, she seemed to him the very ideal of his imagination, and he felt at moments the proudest man in the great world; but at night he would lie in torture, brooding over the horrors a woman such as she must have encountered, to whom those mysteries of our nature, which the true heart clothes in abundant honor, had been first presented in the distortions of a devilish caricature.

There had been a time in Godfrey's life when, had she stood before him in all her splendor, he would have turned from her, because of her history, with a sad disgust.

Was he less pure now?
He was more pure, for he was humbler.