Her deep, long-fostered dislike of her husband must not be shaken in this way.

She could not endure to have any fixtures in her mind displaced.

So much depended on keeping the whole tightly wedged fabric in position.
"You don't know what cruel words he said to me on his deathbed," she said.

"I don't call it nobility and delicacy never to give me the least hint till the day he died that he knew why Michael was in prison." "Perhaps he hoped--hoped against hope--that----" Magdalen did not finish her sentence.

She fixed her eyes on Fay's.