They told me that many English gentlemen had made mistakes like this, and that it was nothing--that it was quite common.
Mortimer FitzHugh had never touched me with his lips, and now, when he came to touch me with his hands, I struck him.

It was a serpent's house, and I left it.
"My father had left me a comfortable fortune, and I went into a house of my own.

Day after day they came to me, and I knew that they feared I was going to secure a divorce.

During the six months that followed I learned other things about the man who was legally my husband.

He was everything that was vile.