I went to him of my own will, to run from your heartlessness, mother--that I call mother!--and be out of hearing of my father's curses and threats.

Yes, to him I fled, feeling that I belonged more to him than to you.

And never will I return to you.

You have killed my love; I am this man's own because I love him only; him ever! him you abuse, as his partner in life for all it may give!--as his wife! Trample on him, you trample on me.

Make black brows at your child for choosing the man, of all men alive, to worship and follow through the world.