At first my attention was concentrated on the golden hair, the blue dress, the white flowers; then slowly, as though following some irresistible magnetic attraction, my eyes were raised to her face, and remained fixed there.

I have wondered a thousand times since how it was that no cry escaped my lips--how it was that none of the cold, sick horror that filled my whole heart and soul did not find vent in words.

How was it?
To this moment I cannot tell.

Great Heaven! what did I see?
In this beloved and worshiped wife--in this fair and queenly woman--in this tender and charitable lady, who was so good to the fallen and miserable--in this woman, idolized by the man I loved best upon earth, I saw the murderess--the woman who had dropped the little bundle over the railing into the sea.
It was she as surely as heaven shone above us.

I recognized the beautiful face, the light golden hair, the tall, graceful figure.