He had treated her with the scorn that she knew she deserved; he had pronounced judgment upon her, and she confessed to herself that she was guilty as charged.

That was the worst of it; she could pronounce herself guilty, and yet resent the justice of her own decision.
In her desperation, she tried to hold old Mr.Thorpe responsible for the fresh canker that gnawed at her soul.

But for that encounter in his library, she might have proceeded with confidence instead of the uneasiness that now attended her every step.

She could not free herself of the fear that Braden might after all succeed in his efforts to persuade the old man to change his mind.

True, the contract was signed, but contracts are not always sacred.