Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: with a snarl; "a thing that, since the beginning of my acquaintance with you, I have never known you do! and since it is already past my usual hour for retiring to bed, I will ask you to shut it upon the outside!" CHAPTER VI. " Look up ! There is a small bright cloud Alone amid the skies ; So high, so pure, and so apart, A woman's honour lies." ;ND now the night has to be faced. With what dread has she watched the slow declension of the summer evening; but no dread comes up to the reality, to the miserable endless hours of hand-to-hand fighting with the terrible battalions of thought and remorses, that come up, ever fresh and fresh, against her ; that, while all around her are softly sleeping, take her by the throat in the blackness, and will not let her go. To no dream or nightmare, indeed, does she give the opportunity to torment her, for she makes no attempt to sleep. Fully dressed, widely, burningly awake, she sits all night writing, writing, writing endless letters of farewell to him, who, parted from her only by a flimsy lath-and- plaster partition, lies tossing in the light and uneasy dozes of old age. How many does she write ? They must be a score, at least; prayers for forgiveness, cries of remorse ; and no sooner are they written than she tears them all. Prayers for forgiveness of a wrong that is unforgivable ! Cries of remorse for a sin that her action shows she has not really repented of! Why insult him by such ? The dawn has come by the time that she has at length written the three lines which, without reading overif she read them over, she knows that she would tear them tooshe feverishly folds and places in an envelope. In them there is neither petition nor repentance. " I am going to leave you for always. You cannot think that I have been a wors... --This text refers to an alternate Paperback edition.