But his purpose was one that would be served as well by her fear as by her love, and he had set himself to-night to gauge his power in relation to this poor weak creature.
"It's very unkind of you to say such dreadful things, Mr.Sheldon," she whimpered presently; "you know very well that my marriage with Tom was pa's doing, and not mine.

I'm sure if I'd known how he would stay out night after night, and come home in such dreadful states time after time, I never would have consented to marry him." "Wouldn't you ?--O yes, you would.

If you were a widow to-morrow, and free to marry again, you would choose just such another man as Tom--a man who laughs loud, and pays flourishing compliments, and drives a gig with a high-stepping horse.

That's the sort of man women like, and that's the sort of man you'd marry." "I'm sure I shouldn't marry at all," answered Mrs.Halliday, in a voice that was broken by little gasping sobs.

"I have seen enough of the misery of married life.