"Hope!" she shrieked.  "I have no hope--no faith!  I have nothing left in my bosom but despair!  I am not worthy to be wife to a martyr.  When he was with me I could be courageous with his courage, and catch the fashion of his heroic patience.  Lacking him I lack all!  Why did he not die when he was so sore wounded at Appleby!  Cruel woman that I was to nurse him back to life for this!"