He acted like a veritable savage, cursing and striking at me, and finally drove me from the house, flourishing a revolver in my face, and locking the door behind me.

I--I sat there on the steps an hour, and endeavored to go back, but there was no response.

I walked the streets, and then--having a little money with me--found a place to lodge.

The next day I went back, but the flat was locked still, and neighbors said my husband had left with a traveling bag.

I--I was actually thrown out upon the streets to starve." Her voice lowered, so that I was compelled to lean closer to catch the rapidly spoken words.
"At first I--I was not altogether sorry.