And I stayed.
Then Mr.Harlow spoke again.

His eyes grew even more soulful and devouring.

I could see them in the mirror.
"Madge, it seems so strange that we should both have had to trail through the tragedy of broken hearts and lives before we came to our real happiness.

For we _shall_ be happy, Madge.

You know I'm to be free, too, soon, dear, and then we--" But he didn't finish.