My father maltreated me, so that I could feel for him nothing but dread and terror." "And your husband, child?
That man who was my predecessor in the possession of you.

Did you not love your husband either ?" "My husband ?" asked she abstractedly.

"It is true, my father sold me to Lord Neville, and as the priest had joined our hands, men called him my husband.

But he very well knew that I did not love him, nor did he require my love.

He needed a nurse, not a wife.