"Oh, very slightly!"
"Laura!" exclaimed Anna, wounded to the quick, she who was all wounds.
"I'm not blind," said Laura, tranquilly. "I can take in the situation."
"But your conscience! But your religion! But your modesty, which is soiled by such an atrocious sin!"
"I'm not your husband's mistress, you know that yourself."
"But you love him. You thrill at the touch of his hand. You kiss him. You tell him you love him."
"Well, all that doesn't signify that I'm his mistress."
"The sin is as great."
"No, it's not as great, Anna."
"It's a deadly sin merely to love another woman's husband."