But the spirit of revenge within me was stronger than myself--my love had turned to hate.

Yet I could not quite hate you, Norman--not quite.

Once, when you appealed to my old friendship, when you told me of your plans, I almost gave way.

'Norman!' I cried, as you were leaving me; but when you turned again I was dumb.
"So I have taken my revenge.

I, Philippa, Duchess of Hazlewood on this your wedding-day, reveal to you the first stain on the name of Arleigh--unvail the first blot on one of the noblest escutcheons in the land.