I don't forget how cruelly he has wronged me; I don't forget that his own act has cast me from him.

But whose act destroys our marriage?
Mine, mine! Forgive me, mamma; forgive me, my kind friend--the horror that I have of myself forces its way to my lips.

No more of it! My child is my one treasure left.

What must I do next?
What must I sign?
What must I sacrifice?
Tell me--and it shall be done.

I submit! I submit!" Delicately and mercifully Mr.Sarrazin answered that sad appeal.
All that his knowledge, experience and resolution could suggest he addressed to Mrs.Presty.