Not for worlds would I remain even one day longer in the home he has desecrated by his crimes.

Respect my sorrows, and leave me.
You may return to-morrow.' "'_Oh, juste ciel!_' she exclaimed.

'_Je suis tres malheureuse._' "Snatching her child in her arms, and raising it as high as her strength could lift it, she called upon God to witness that it was only for his sake she had asserted her legal rights; that, having lost the heart of her husband, all she wished was to die.

Then, sinking on her knees before me, she entreated me to forgive her the wretchedness she had caused.
"'_I_ forgive _you_ ?' I cried.

'Alas! it is I should supplicate your forgiveness.