No man, Frank, has ever suffered worse shame and humiliation.
"At last there was a washing bill to be paid; Bosie was dunned for it, and when I came in, he raged and whipped me with his tongue.

It was appalling; I had done everything for him, given him everything, lost everything, and now I could only stand and see love turned to hate: the strength of love's wine making the bitter more venomous.

Then he left me, Frank, and now there is no hope for me.

I am lost, finished, a derelict floating at the mercy of the stream, without plan or purpose....

And the worst of it is, I know, if men have treated me badly, I have treated myself worse; it is our sins against ourselves we can never forgive....