You will not tell me what it is--you have taken my arms from your neck--you do not love me!" "Do not torture me, Madaline," he said.

"I am almost mad.

I cannot bear much more." "But what is it?
What have I done?
I who you send from you now am the same Madaline whom you married this morning--whom you kissed half an hour since.

Norman, I begin to think that I am in a terrible dream." "I would to Heaven it were a dream.

I am unnerved--unmanned--I have lost my strength, my courage, my patience, my hope.