I have been true and faithful in thought and word to the husband I loved.

Don't send me away; don't disbelieve and despise me." She lifted her streaming eyes and clasped hands in piteous supplication.
There were tears, too, in the blue eyes of Kate as she took the little supplicant in her arms.
"Despise you, my poor Agnes! What a wretch you must take me to be! No, I believe you, I love you, you poor little broken-down child.

I shall not send you away.

I know Harry loves you yet; he calls for you continually in his delirium.

I shall speak to papa; you shall see him to-night.