"There may be something more behind which we don't know about." "I have a feeling, it has come over me again and again lately, that I shall be released, and that Hugh and I shall be happy together yet." And Lady Newhaven turned her face against the high back of her carved oak chair and sobbed hysterically.
"Could you be happy if you had brought about Lord Newhaven's death ?" said Rachel.
Her voice was full of tender pity, not for the crouching unhappiness before her, but for the poor atrophied soul.

Could she reach it?
She would have given everything she possessed at that moment for one second of Christ's power to touch those blind eyes to sight.
"How can you say such things?
I should _not_ have brought it about.

I did not even know of that dreadful drawing of lots till the thing was done.

That was all his own doing." Rachel sighed.

The passionate yearning towards her companion shrank back upon herself.
"The fault is in me," she said to herself.