Some instinct from the very first warned me against her.

I knew.

I _knew_ she would rob me of all that life had left me.

I knew"-- with a quick, long sob--"she would take _you_ from me!" Rylton, who has been leaning on the railings beside her, raises himself, and stands staring at her, a terrible anguish in his eyes.
"Marian--think," says he hoarsely.
"Oh, _why_ did you marry her ?" cries she, smiting her hands together as if half distracted.

"There was always so much time--time!" "There was none." "There is always time!" She is silent for a moment, and then, with an increase of passion in her tone, repeats her question: "Why did you marry her ?" _"You_--to ask me that!" exclaims he fiercely.
"It was not like you," says she, interrupting him in a measure, as though unable to keep back the words, the accusations, that are rushing to her lips.