Harry, I have no friend that I trust but you, but to you I cannot tell it.

When he found that he had been wrong in marrying me, that he did not want the thing which he had thought would suit him, that I was a drag upon him rather than a comfort--what was his mode, do you think, of ridding himself of the burden ?" Clavering sat silent looking at her.

Both her hands were now up to her forehead, and her large eyes were gazing at him till he found himself unable to withdraw his own for a moment from her face.

"He strove to get another man to take me off his hands; and when he found he was failing--he charged me with the guilt which he himself had contrived for me." "Lady Ongar!" "Yes; you may well stare at me.

You may well speak hoarsely and look like that.