Then, fairly faced by it, she came to the conclusion that, in a woman cursed with such a brute of a husband, such insensibility was not only natural, it was even proper.
Her woman's craving to be loved and to love was the strongest of her emotions, and it had gone unsatisfied for so long.

Her husband had killed, or rather extirpated, her fondness for him before they had been married a month.

She was inclined to believe that she had never really loved him at all.

He had certainly ceased to love her before they had been married a fortnight, if, indeed, he had ever loved her at all.

She had no child; she was an orphan without sisters or brothers.