There is only one thing plain to me, and that is that we must part." He never forgot how she sprang away from him, her colorless face raised to his.
"Part, Norman!" she cried.

"We cannot part now; I am your wife!" "I know it; but we must part." "Part!" repeated the girl.

"We cannot; the tie that binds us cannot be sundered so easily." "My poor Madaline, it must be." She caught his hand in hers.
"You are jesting, Norman.

We cannot be separated--we are one.

Do you forget the words--'for better for worse,' 'till death us do part ?'--You frighten me!" And she shrank from him with a terrible shudder.
"It must be as I have said," declared the unhappy man.