8/17 Twice she tried to kill herself--once by poison, once by drowning; and both times he--you know who I mean--caught her and stopped her. He hadn't even mercy enough on her, she says, to let her die!" "For God's sake, don't tell me of those horrors!" my lady cried, in agony. "I feel as though I were going mad." "It is hard," said the artist, "but I can't help it--it's true, all the same. She heard of your marriage to Sir Everard Kingsland next. It was the last thing he ever taunted her with; for, crazed with his jeers and insults, she fled from him that night, sold all she possessed but the clothes on her back, and took passage for England." "To see me ?" asked Harriet, hoarsely. |