"But to think of her living death--to realise what it is to which I do leave her! THAT is the worst of all.
I would give my life to make her happy--and I can do nothing even to help her--nothing.

She is bound forever to that poor wretch--with nothing to look forward to but growing old in a succession of empty, meaningless, barren years.

It drives me mad to think of it.

But I must go through my life, never seeing her, but always knowing what she is enduring.

It's hideous--hideous!" "It is very hard," said Anne sorrowfully.