Oh, how inconsistent is woman! I yearned for his love; yet, had he tendered it, under my haughtiness would have dropped my idol--have shivered it at my feet.
Weeks passed, and while near him I knew no sorrow; but the morning of my life was destined to be short.

The cloud that had lowered on the horizon suddenly darkened around.

That never-to-be-forgotten letter came, and I saw a great gulf open at my feet.

An invisible hand placed Dudley Stewart on one brink, and I was left upon the other; and an unknown messenger thundered the decree of separation--'Forget the past and live again in the future!' I started as from a frightful dream.
The cold reality forced itself upon me.

Mary, a suspicion stole into my heart, and stung me.