"I am dying every day.

I know best myself how much is left of me.

It is very little, and will soon be less." It seemed then all in a moment to flash upon her-- "That is just how Salve and I are living.

We are wasting away--we are dying every day beside each other.

That is what people do who are unhappily married." She sat for a long while, with her head bent forward, sorrowfully engrossed with this thought.