A villain has deceived you.

You are no more married than I am!" I snatched my hand out of hers, and rose angrily from my chair.
"Are you mad ?" I asked.
The landlady raised her eyes to the ceiling with the air of a person who had deserved martyrdom, and who submitted to it cheerfully.
"Yes," she said.

"I begin to think I _am_ mad--mad to have devoted myself to an ungrateful woman, to a person who doesn't appreciate a sisterly and Christian sacrifice of self.

Well, I won't do it again.
Heaven forgive me--I won't do it again!" "Do what again ?" I asked.
"Follow your mother-in-law," cried the landlady, suddenly dropping the character of a martyr, and assuming the character of a vixen in its place.

"I blush when I think of it.