text:  But in the midst of all these maledictions rose up every now and then a doubt--was she Betsy Juffles?--was she a flirt?--had she ogled young Jeeks?--had she made a fool of me?--or was she indeed the bright pure captivating Lucy Ashton I had known the clever the warm-hearted the good? Oh if she was and I had cast her off and made myself a cold iron-hearted brute at the whisper of a wretch like Jeeks! I made a vow that if I found he had deceived me I would finish the sacrifice commenced on Monday and tear him limb from limb