But your husband is a somewhat curious person.

He is prone to strong and sudden hatreds--and attachments." Margaret pressed her hands to her face.

She could no longer bear the torture of make-believe quiescence.
"Oh, what shall I do!" she wailed.

"I am the most miserable woman in England to-day, and I might have been the happiest." "Why are you miserable, Mrs.Capella ?" asked Brett gently.
"I cannot tell you.

Perhaps it is owing to my own folly.