he could get of mine, and then left me and the State,
and took himself to Texas;—where he drank
himself to death. I did not follow him, and
in his absence I was divorced from him in accordance
with the laws of Kansas State. I then went to
San Francisco about property of my mother’s,
which my husband had fraudulently sold to a countryman
of ours now resident in Paris,—having
forged my name. There I met you, and in that short
story I tell you all that there is to be told.
It may be that you do not believe me now; but if
so, are you not bound to go where you can verify
your own doubts or my word?
I try to write dispassionately, but I am in truth overborne by passion. I...