Yet he reviled me, Frank, whipped me, shamed me....

He has broken me, he has broken me, the man I loved; my very heart is a cold weight in me," ...

and he got up and moved aside with the tears pouring down his cheeks.
"Don't take it so much to heart," I said in a minute or two, going after him, "the loss of affection I cannot help, but a hundred or so a year is not much; I will see that you get that every year." "Oh, Frank, it is not the money; it is his denial, his insults, his hate that kills me; the fact that I have ruined myself for someone who cares nothing; who puts a little money before me; it is as if I were choked with mud....
"Once I thought myself master of my life; lord of my fate, who could do what I pleased and would always succeed.

I was as a crowned king till I met him, and now I am an exile and outcast and despised.
"I have lost my way in life; the passers-by all scorn me and the man whom I loved whips me with foul insults and contempt.

There is no example in history of such a betrayal, no parallel.