They found me, you see, and they will find me again--" "Never!" exclaimed her husband.

"They are as dead to you as if the grave had swallowed them.

I have taken care of that." "But the shame! you have not taken care of that.

That exists and must, and while it does I remain where I can meet it alone.

I love you; God's sun is not dearer to my eyes; but I will never cross your threshold as your wife till the opprobrium can be cut loose from my skirts, and the shadow uplifted from my brow.