How was she ever to comprehend the horror that held him in its cruel grasp, the thousand subtle shades of thought and feeling that had led up to this thing, from the memory of which he revolted! He turned his bloodshot eyes upon her, something of the old light was there along with the new; he had indeed loved her, but the fruit of this love had been rotten.

He was silent, and again his heavy tread resounded in the room as he dragged himself back and forth.
The force in him was stirring her.

Sensation of any sort had always made its strong appeal to her.

Without knowing what was passing in his mind she yet understood that it was some powerful emotion, and her pliant nerves responded.

For the moment she forgot that she no longer loved him.