'i have thought of death,' she said 'i have wished for it, and even prayed for it, but if death is in this cup, then i ask you to think again before i drink it.
'you need not be afraid,' he replied calmly 'If i wanted revenge, then what more could I ask for than to let you live -and suffer, under the shadow of this shame?'
she watched, trembling as the man she had wronged pulled up a chair and sat beside her.
you've been weak, but I've been stupid.
I was ugly from the moment that I was born.
and full of life. How could I have imagined, the day that I married you, that you would ever love me? How could a man of books and learning be so stupid?