Well! and so it ought to be--and she ought not to wish it otherwise.

And yet--oh, he _was_ cruel to her.

She could never have behaved so to him.

To make her love him so--to speak such tender words--to give her such caresses, and then to behave as if such things had never been.

He had given her the poison that seemed so sweet while she was drinking it, and now it was in her blood, and she was helpless.' With this tempest pent up in her bosom, the poor child went up to her room every night, and there it all burst forth.