Both were groundless.

I felt a degrading sense of wrong; and at times, a spirit of rebellion.

But I never gave place to a wandering thought--never gave occasion for wrong construction of my conduct.
Ah, Aunt Phoebe! that marriage was a sad mistake.

A union unblessed by love, is the commencement of a wretched life.

It is the old story; and never loses its tragic interest.