Coward, brutal as the man unquestionably was, he yet remained her husband, bound to her by ties she held indissoluble.

Any vengeful blow which should make her a widow would as certainly separate the slayer from her forever.

Unavoidably though it might occur, the act was one never to be forgiven by Beth Norvell, never to be blotted from her remembrance.

Winston appreciated this as though a sudden flash-light had been turned upon his soul.

He had looked down into her secret heart, he had had opened before him the religious depth of her nature--this bright-faced, brown-eyed woman would do what was right although she walked a pathway of self-denying agony.