“But I don’t understand!” I stammered.
“Probably not. I shall try to explain it, as simply as possible and
without using scientific terms. You see, she had _wanted_ to kill him for
so long—had gone over the manner of it so often in her silent vigils—that
when at last her conscious mind became unbalanced the resisted desire
took its revenge by becoming a subconscious obsession, which announced
itself an accomplished fact. It is an interesting sidelight on
psychopathy, don’t you think?”