Gertrude was the wife of a convicted felon, who was about to come forth from his prison in utter poverty, a man who, in such a catalogue as the world makes of its inhabitants, would be ranked among the very lowest.
And did Gertrude even now regret her choice?
No, not for a moment! She still felt certain in her heart of hearts that she had loved the one who was the most worthy of a woman's love.

We cannot, probably, all agree in her opinion; but we will agree in this, at least, that she was now right to hold such opinion.

Had Normansgrove stretched from one boundary of the county to the other, it would have weighed as nothing.

Had Harry's virtues been as bright as burnished gold--and indeed they had been bright--they would have weighed as nothing.

A nobler stamp of manhood was on her husband--so at least Gertrude felt;--and manhood is the one virtue which in a woman's breast outweighs all others.
They had not met since the evening on which Gertrude had declared to him that she never could love him; and Norman, as he got out of the cab with Mrs.Woodward, at No.