I go to Vandon, and she will not go away.

I go to London to my lawyer, and he says she is my wife." "You told me she was not." "It was an error," repeated Dare.

"I had formerly been a husband to her, but we had been divorced; it was finished, wound up, and I thought she was no more my wife.

There is in the English law something extraordinary which I do not comprehend, which makes an American divorce to remain a marriage in England." "Go on," said Ruth, shading her eyes with her hand.
"I come back to Vandon," continued Dare, in a suppressed voice, "I come back overwhelmed, broken down, crushed under feet; and then,"-- he was becoming dramatic, he felt the fire kindling--"I meet a friend, a noble heart, I confide in him.

I tell all to Sir Charles Danvers,"-- Ruth's hand was trembling--"and last night he finds out by a chance that she was not a true widow when I marry her, that her first husband was yet alive, that I am free.