The lawyer, left alone with the disowned and deserted woman, put the useless certificate silently on the table.

She looked from him to the paper, and dropped, without a cry to warn him, without an effort to save herself, senseless at his feet.
He lifted her from the floor and placed her on the sofa, and waited to see if Mr.Vanborough would come back.

Looking at the beautiful face--still beautiful, even in the swoon--he owned it was hard on her.
Yes! in his own impenetrable way, the rising lawyer owned it was hard on her.
But the law justified it.

There was no doubt in this case.

The law justified it.
The trampling of horses and the grating of wheels sounded outside.