As for Dick--I didn't hate him when I married him--I just felt for him the indifferent, friendly feeling I had for most of my schoolmates.

I knew he drank some--but I had never heard the story of the girl down at the fishing cove.

If I had, I COULDN'T have married him, even for mother's sake.

Afterwards--I DID hate him--but mother never knew.

She died--and then I was alone.