ABSTRACT
‘Such ,’ proceeded Mrs. Glenmorris, ‘was my situation, and I had yet two months to look forward, with anguish, to the dreadful moment that must in some way change it. It was now the month of May, every where save in the place I was confined to; but hardly any additional verdure, or even a reluctant flower, marked to me the progress of summer – cold and joyless was all around to me – cold and hopeless as my own sad heart!
