"My wife," he muttered, "in name only." With a deep sob she stretched out her arms.

"But I love you, Norman--you must not send me away! I love you--I shall die if I have to leave you!" The words seemed to linger on her lips.
"My darling," he said, gently, "it is even harder for me than for you." "No, no," she cried, "for I love you so dearly, Norman--better than my life! Darling, my whole heart went out to you long ago--you cannot give it back to me." "If it kills you and myself too," he declared, hoarsely, "I must send you away." "Send me away?
Oh, no, Norman, not away! Let me stay with you, husband, darling.

We were married only this morning My place is here by your side--I cannot go." Looking away from her, with those passionate accents still ringing in his ears, his only answer was: "Family honor demands it." "Norman," she implored, "listen to me, dear! Do not send me away from you.

I will be so good, so devoted.

I will fulfill my duties so well, I will bear myself so worthily that no one shall remember anything against me; they shall forget my unhappy birth, and think only that you have chosen well.