I would do anything, sacrifice anything, except my fidelity to my husband.

Heaven knows I would have given twenty years of my life to escape from that dismal place, with the mere chance of being able to get back to my husband; but I would not take a false oath; I could not perjure myself, as that man would have made me perjure myself, in order to win my release.

I knelt at his feet and clung about him, beseeching him with all the power I had to set me free; but he was harder than iron.

Just at the end, when he had the door open, and was leaving me, telling me that I had lost my last chance, and would never see him again, I clung about him with one wild desperate cry.

He flung me back into the room violently, and shut the door in my face.