You will come to me soon ?" she asked.
"I may not be able to go to you soon," I answered, "but I will do so at the first opportunity." The torture of her kindness was almost unbearable to me.

One touch of her hand, one tone of her rare voice, had made me loathe myself.

The powers of evil cannot stand for one moment in a fair conflict with the powers of good.

I felt that I, alone, was to blame for my treason to Madge; but despite my effort at self-condemnation there was an under-consciousness that Mary Stuart was to blame, and I hated her accordingly.

Although Madge's presence hurt me, it was not because I wished to conceal my conduct from her.