I am a woman doubly betrayed.

Please to excuse what I said to you just now, when I supposed myself to have some claim on your respect.

Perhaps you will grant me your pity?
I can ask for nothing more." Arnold was silent.

Words were useless in the face of such utter self-abandonment as this.

Any man living--even Geoffrey himself--must have felt for her at that moment.
She looked for the first time at the letter.