A Butterfly on the Wheel

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1912 edition. Excerpt: ...what have I done to you?\" \"George, I did lie,\" she wailed--\"yes, I did; but only that, only that! I am your wife! Believe me! believe me!\" \"My wife! No--no! How am I to believe you? How am I to tell whether that's a lie or not?\" \"It's the truth!\" she reiterated, her voice shrill with pain. \"I swear it! I am as much your wife as I was the day you married me.\" Unable to stand longer, she sank down upon the sofa, sobbing terribly. \"You have broken me,\" the man said--\"crushed c o Q me. Oh! I was mad to let you do it! I was a fool to leave you alone! But I trusted you. I laughed at the gossip. The ridicule only made my trust in you the greater. I worshipped you, adored you! My whole life was a prayer to you, my ambition to make you proud of me. My whole aim in life was to win you, by doing big things--for you. And now it is all turned to desecration--to be the mock of the crowd!\" \"Forgive me, George,\" she sobbed, \"forgive me! I'll come to you. I am humble, not you. I am struck down, crushed. But I'll be your slave. I am still your wife. I am still\" He gazed at her searchingly. \"You love Collingwood,\" he said in a hollow, empty voice. \"No, no! There was a time when I thought I did.\" \"You thought you did! When did you think it? Last night?\" \"No, George, no! I love you! I knew that last night, if I never knew it before. I love you, George!\" \"I don't believe you,\" he answered coldly. \"You and he were together alone when I telephoned.\" He spoke very deliberately now. \"Was he,\" he asked--\"was he with you when I telephoned at one o'clock?\" \"Yes,\" Peggy answered,...