My husband has ever since conducted himself towards me as if I were a guilty and disgraced thing.

We occupy separate apartments; and though we sit together at the same table, words rarely pass between us.

Occasionally he comes home under the influence of wine, and then his abuse of me is fearful to think of.

If any thing could waken a thoughtless creature sleeping on enchanted ground, it was this.' "'There has never been anything more than the semblance of love between us,' she continued.

'The more intimately I came to know him, after our marriage, the more did my soul separate itself from him, until the antipodes were not farther apart than we.