"I believed that with him I could do good."
"Can you believe that now?"
"I don't know."
"That sort of life enters the blood," said her father, "taints it, makes evil that which would otherwise be holy."
"You mean——?"
"I speak of marriage; the drawing together of two into one."
"It still is marriage."
"Its mystery has been profaned. Marriage then, coming after, may be only a reminiscence of sin."
She stood looking at him, her face very pale.
"I shall still have to ask him if it is true."