But now this letter seemed to her more awful than anything she had been able to conceive.

"He's right!" she said; "of course, he's always right; he's a Christian, he's generous! Yes, vile, base creature! And no one understands it except me, and no one ever will; and I can't explain it.

They say he's so religious, so high-principled, so upright, so clever; but they don't see what I've seen.

They don't know how he has crushed my life for eight years, crushed everything that was living in me--he has not once even thought that I'm a live woman who must have love.

They don't know how at every step he's humiliated me, and been just as pleased with himself.