His Other Wife: A Novel — page 88: what you’re looking at

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80 RACHEL. EAT yes, I remember you said, the first time you told me all about it, that God had saved us to punish Mathew. Croft’s crime. But you see you didy’t tell the truth. He shall never, never come to harm through me or mine while I have life to shield him from it. You know you had to swear eternal silence about all you knew in order to keep me from starving myself to death; and you know, too, that the day you utter a word that can bring the least suspicion to him, I will surely kill you, myself, and the child—as surely as God exists, I will!” Hush, dearie—be quiet; you know I’ve taken the oat, and will keep it.” | He spoke soothingly, for she was growing very much excited, as she always did when she branea or seca of any one’s harming her husband. Perhaps this was all miserable madness, as her preserver’ thought it; but even ranting this, there was sad method in it. The wretched woman, whose soul was all passion, and whose heart was all flame, had spent. all of both elements upon her love for this man. In the whole span of her existence she had felt no joy but that he had given’ her. She would, by a voluntary act, have died by torture. only to give him one hour of the rapture she felt in loving and serving him. And that love was so humble, and that service so abject, that it claimed no response, no reward. Only to: see him,-to hear him, to touch him, that, was enough. Yet he had been good, and gentle, and very patient with’ GEomicbooks: (E(@) =|