... looking down upon those beautiful shoulders and white arms and head of soft and shining hair, it was hard to believe she was in some conspiracy of which she had kept her husband in ignorance with the slyness of a snake. I felt sorry for him. So at the moment of my first doubt of her, I found that pity--begging your pardon!--had at last made me ready to forget that I had never liked him or his cold ways, and ready ...
Richard Washburn Child