at length a woman seemed to approach him. he knew her, oh! he knew her only too well. he could always name her and recognize her anywhere; but, strange, she seemed to have quite a different face from hers, as he had known it, and he felt a tormenting desire to be able to say she was not the same woman. in the face before him there was such dreadful remorse and horror that he thought she must be a criminal, that she must have just committed some awful crime.