But some one must suffer.

It was in this that Claude de Chauxville proposed to assist her.
"It is preposterous that people should make others suffer and go unpunished," he said, intent on his noble purpose.
Catrina's eyelids flickered, but she made no answer.

The soreness of her heart had not taken the form of a definite revenge as yet.

Her love for Paul was still love, but it was perilously near to hatred.

She had not reached the point of wishing definitely that he should suffer, but the sight of Etta--beautiful, self-confident, carelessly possessive in respect to Paul--had brought her within measurable distance of it.
"The arrogance of those who have all that they desire is insupportable," the Frenchman went on in his favorite, non-committing, epigrammatic way.
Catrina--a second Eve--glanced at him, and her silence gave him permission to go on.
"Some men have a different code of honor for women, who are helpless." Catrina knew vaguely that unless a woman is beloved by the object of her displeasure, she cannot easily make him suffer.
She clenched her teeth over her lower lip.