Back in Devonshire, I tried to warn Sir Henry again, and knowing that he
was falling in love with me, I tried not to encourage him for fear that 
it would only lead him deeper into my husband's trap. I learned something 
of the death of the convict, and I knew that the hound was being kept in 
the out-house on the evening Sir Henry was coming to dinner. I taxed my 
husband with his intended crime, and a furious scene followed in which he 
told me for the first time that Mrs. Laura Lyons was a rival in his 
affections. I swore that I would revenge myself on him, and so he tied me
up, which is how Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson discovered me. It was not the 
first time he had used physical violence against me. My arms are mottled 
with bruises. My mind and soul are tortured and defiled. I could endure
it all, ill-usage, solitude, a life of deception, everything as long as I
could cling to the hope that I had his love, but now I know that in
