In the logic before alluded to, it seemed to her that all ethical responsibility for her actions rested with the husband who had unduly married her.

Nor were those visions always roseate.

In the wild declamation of that exciting epoch which filled the newspapers there was talk of short shrift with traitors.

So there were days when the sudden onset of a squall of hail against her window caused her to start as if she had heard the sharp fusillade of that file of muskets of which she had sometimes read in history.
One day she had a singular fright.

She had heard the sound of oars falling with a precision and regularity unknown to her.