I feel as if the first contemptuous look that is cast at my husband will destroy _my_ happiness, though it may not disturb _him_....

As long as I was parted from him I could control my own weakness, I could accept my hard lot.

But how can I resist him after having watched for weeks at his bedside; after having seen his first smile, and heard his first grateful words t o me while I was slowly helping him back to life ?' "There is the tone which she takes through four closely written pages of nauseous humility and clap-trap sentiment! It is enough to make one despise women.

Thank God, there is the contrast at hand to remind me of what is due to the better few among the sex.

I feel that my mother and my sisters are doubly precious to me now.