you I would have no reticence.  I would put the whole history before you to read, with all my troubles past and still present, all my hopes, and all my fears,—­with every circumstance as it has passed by and every expectation that remains, were it not that the poor tale would be too long for your patience.  The result of it would be to make you feel that I am no longer fit to enter in upon a new home.  I should bring showers instead of sunshine, melancholy in lieu of mirth.

   I will, however, be bold enough to assure you that could I bring
   myself to be the wife of any man I would now become your wife.  But
   I shall never marry again.

   Nevertheless, I am your...