I ought to have left him.

Every woman who thinks of her husband as I do ought to go away from him.

It is base and wicked to stay there--pretending--deceiving--' Bevis came towards her and took her in his arms.
'You love me ?' she panted under his hot kisses.

'You will take me away with you ?' 'Yes, you shall come.

We mustn't travel together, but you shall come--when I am settled there--' 'Why can't I go with you ?' 'My own darling, think what it would mean if our secret were discovered--' 'Discovered?
But how can we think of that?
How can I go back there, with your kisses on my lips?
Oh, I must live somewhere in secret until you go, and then--I have put aside the few things that I want to take.
I could never have continued to live with him even if you hadn't said you love me.