"I begin to think it very likely. Oh, it is hateful, vile! She oughtn't to return to him."
"Pray, what is she to do?"
"I had rather she died than begin such a life!"
"I see no help for her. Her lot is that of many a woman no worse than herself. We both foresaw it; Mallard foresaw it."
"I am afraid to look forward. I don't think she is the kind of woman to forgive again and again. This will revolt her, and there is no telling what she may do."
"It is the old difficulty. Short of killing herself, whatever she does will be the beginning of worse things. In this respect, there's no distinction between Cecily and the wife of the costermonger. Civilization is indifferent. Her life is marred, and there's an end on't."
Eleanor turned away. Her eyes were wet with tears of indignant sympathy.