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A WIFE'S DUTY,
A TALE.
BY MRS. OPIE.
"There is no killing like that which kills the heart."
Shakspeare.
LONDON:
PUBLISHED BY GROVE AND SON,
TRINITY STREET, SOUTHWARK.
1847.
A WIFE'S DUTY,
BEING A CONTINUATION OF A
"WOMAN'S LOVE."
PART THE SECOND.
am only too painfully aware, mydear friend, that in my history ofa "Woman's Love," I have relatednone but very common occurrencesand situations, and entered intominute, nay, perhaps, uninterestingdetails. Still, however commonan event may be, it is susceptible of varietyin description, because endlessly various is themanner in which the same event affects differentpersons. Perhaps no occurrence ever affected twohuman beings exactly in the same manner; butas the rays of light call forth different hues andgradations of colour, according to the peculiarsurfaces of the objects on which they fall, so commoncircumstances vary in their results and theireffects, according to the different natures and mindsof those to whom they occur.
My trials have been, and will no doubt continueto be, the trials of thousands of my sex; but themanner in which I acted under them, and theireffect on my feelings and my character, must bepeculiar to myself. And on these alone I canpresume to found my expectation of affording toyou, while you read, the variety which keepsattention alive, and the interest which repays it.
In the same week which made me a brideFerdinand De Walden left England, unable toremain near the spot which had witnessed thebirth of his dearest hopes, and would now witnessthe destruction of them.
I could have soothed in a degree the "pangsof despised love," by assuring him that I wascon