She felt, in a way, that she possessed one faculty which the rapid and impetuous nature of her husband could not claim.

It was almost a weakness in him, she told herself, the subsidiary indiscretion of a fecund and grimly resourceful mind.

Like a river in flood, it had its strange and incongruous back currents, born of its very oneness of too hurrying purpose.

It considered too deeply the imminent and not the remoter and seemingly more trivial contingency.
"But can't you see, Jim, that the further we follow this up the closer and closer it's bringing us to MacNutt ?" "MacNutt is ancient history to us now! We're over and done with him, for all time!" "You are wrong there, Jim.

You misjudge the situation, and you misjudge the man.