I must marry him now.

He needs me!" Two years after her marriage she died of a broken heart, whispering at the last to a dear friend that she "was not sorry to go, but would be thankful life was over if she were only sure that her year-old baby would not be left to Harry's care." Yet he was in most respects tender and considerate.

The trouble was that his devotion to her remained at the point at which it stood when he became her husband.

The habit of intemperance grew.
Suppose that, added to this great fault, had been others still more vicious.

Had his been a coarse brutal nature, would not the idea of reformation have been still more hopeless?
A woman, in tying herself for life to an unprincipled man who has yielded to the dictates of sin year after year, forgets that he has lost to a great extent his better nature and is now hardly responsible for his actions.