The two men stood watching her with grave, sad eyes.

Ralph clenched his hand as he gazed upon her, the wreck of the simple, gentle girl he had loved so dearly.
"If he has wronged her," he said to Stephen Thorne, "if he has broken her heart, and sent her home to die, let him beware!" "I knew it would never prosper," groaned her father; "such marriages never do." When Dora opened her eyes, and saw the three anxious faces around her, for a moment she was bewildered.

They knew when the torture of memory returned to her, for she clasped her hands with a low moan.
"Dora," said her mother, "what has happened?
Trust us, dear child--we are your best friends.

Where is your husband?
And why have you left him ?" "Because he has grown tired of me," she cried, with passion and anger flaming again in her white, worn face.

"I did something he thought wrong, and he prayed to Heaven to pardon him for making me his wife." "What did you do ?" asked her father, anxiously.
"Nothing that I thought wrong," she replied.