— XXXVI —BETWEEN THE STORMS
Again and again the same idea, in different settings, placed Netta upon a mental rack – which, by degrees, became a physical one as well.
“To think that I should have trusted him so implicitly, and that he should have been so hideously false – that his treachery should have been equal to my faith!”
The fashion of it continually changed, assailing her in a hundred different forms; but the thought, at bottom, remained identical – that he should have so imposed upon her credulity! Wherever she looked the reflection lashed her as with unescapable whips. She had esteemed him a god – and he was this thing of pestilent clay; she had believed him incapable of falsehood – and, from the first, in all that he had said and done, he had been a materialised lie; she had cr
