"How could you?
Oh, how could you ?" He shrank from her, without the least attempt to conceal his repulsion.
"If you look in the glass you'll see." She turned mechanically and saw the reflection of her face, all flushed as it was and distorted, the eyes fierce with passion.

It was like the sudden leaping forth of her soul; and Mrs.Nevill Tyson's soul, after three days' intercourse with her husband's, was not a thing to trust implicitly.

Without sinning it seemed unconsciously to reflect his sin.
I can not tell you how that was; marriage is a great mystery.
She understood him, though imperfectly; she understood many things now.

Oh, he was right--she looked the part; no wonder that he hated her.

She sat down and covered her face with her hands, as if to shut out that momentary vision of herself.