As soon as I could, I wrapped myself in a shawl and went to Mary's cottage, to ask her to bandage it for me, and to take my excuses to the school, where I was quite unable to go that day.
"No one, not even Mr.Strafford, knew the cause of my sprained wrist, or the conduct of my husband that day and night, but it was impossible that when such scenes were repeated again and again, they should not become known.

And they were repeated so often and so dreadfully, that only the feeling that I endured the just penalty of my own conduct, enabled me to bear the perpetual suffering.

At last, even Christian saw that I could not live long if I had not some respite.

Perhaps he had a little pity for me; perhaps he only thought still of gain.

At any rate, he became less cruel, and my health returned.