I know he loves me dearly--poor little, mad-headed me! And I--oh! how could I think to marry Sir Roger Trajenna, knowing in my heart I loved Hugh?
Dear, dear! it's such a pity I can't be good, and take to love-making, and marriage, and shirt-buttons, like other girls! But I can't; it's not in me.

I was born a rattle-pate, and I don't see how any one can blame me for letting 'nater caper.'" She rose up impatiently and began pacing the room--always her first impulse in moments of perplexity.
"I'm a mystery and a puzzle to myself and to everybody else.

I don't know who I am, nor what my real name may be--if I have any right to a name! I don't know what I am to this Mr.Walraven, and I don't know who that mysterious woman, Miriam, is.

I don't know anything.

I have a husband, and I don't know him--shouldn't recognize him if I met him face to face this instant.