Forsaken by him whom in spite of my wrongs I still too fondly love, I have left my native land, crossed the ocean's breadth, come a stranger to a strange country, that I might appeal to you for redress, and tell you that if you still persist in calling him your own, it will be in defiance of the laws of man and the canons of the living God.' "As she thus went on, her passions became roused, and flashed and darkened in her face with alternations so quick they mocked the sight.
She spoke with the rapid tongue and impressive gesticulation of her country, and God's truth was stamped on every word.

I felt it,--I knew it.

She was no base, lying impostor.

She was a wronged and suffering woman;--and he,--the idol of my soul,--the friend, lover, _husband_ of my youth,--no, no! he could not be a villain! She was mad,--ha, ha,--she was mad! Bursting into a wild, hysteric laugh, I sunk back on the sofa, repeating,-- "'Poor thing, she is mad! I wonder I did not know it sooner.' "'No, madam, I am not mad,' she cried, in calmer tones; 'I sometimes wish I were.

I am in the full possession of my reason, as I can abundantly prove.