Make soft the links of the chain that binds you together, with downy coverings.

Truth, honor, duty, religion, all require this." "Dear friend!" said Mrs.Dexter, grasping the hand of Mrs.De Lisle, "you have lifted me out of a thick atmosphere, through which my eyes saw everything in an uncertain light, up into a clear seeing region.
Yes, truth, honor, duty, religion, all speak to my convictions; and with all the truth that in me lieth, will I obey their voice.

But love is impossible, and its semblance in me is so faint that my husband cannot see the likeness.

There lies the difficulty.

He wants a fond, tender, loving wife--a pet and a plaything.