Shame worse than all other shame was it that she should kill it by a poisoned lie.

By what monstrous motive had she done that?
To sting Isbel as he had stung her! But that had been base.

Never could she have stopped so low except in a moment of tremendous tumult.

If she had done sore injury to Isbel what bad she done to herself?
How strange, how tenacious had been his faith in her honor! Could she ever forget?
She must forget it.

But she could never forget the way he had scorned those vile men in Greaves's store--the way he had beaten Bruce for defiling her name--the way he had stubbornly denied her own insinuations.