The simple fact was connected, in my mind, with a train of the most hateful consequences.

The depravity of Welbeck was inferred from it.

The charms of this angelic woman were tarnished and withered.

I had formerly surveyed her as a precious and perfect monument, but now it was a scene of ruin and blast.
This had been a source of sufficient anguish; but this was not all.

I recollected that the claims of a parent had been urged.