"Didn't it strike you at all," he asked the trembling woman, his voice
barren of all feeling and edged with biting incredulity. "Didn't it
strike you at all, when you kissed the co-respondent, that you were
betraying your husband's confidence in you?"
"No, not when I kissed him. We--we cared for each other--I admit to
that; but--but kissing did not seem wrong."
"You didn't consider kissing wrong?"
"No."
"At what point then in your intimate relations with a man--with the
co-respondent in particular--would you have considered that wrong
began and right ended?"
The wretched woman had looked pitiably at the judge. The judge looked
unseeingly before him into the well of the court.
"At what point?" Traill had insisted.
"I don't know how to say it," she pleaded feebly.
"Then can I assist you? Would you have considered it wrong--having
kissed you--for him to put his arms round you?"
"Yes, I think so."
"There is all the difference, then, in your mind between a man's
kissing you and putting his arms round you. All the difference
between right and wrong?"
"No, I suppose there isn't."
"Then you would not have considered that wrong?"
"No.
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