Followed

I AM David Ross's wife. I was married to him a month ago. I have lived
through the peril and escaped the danger. What I have lived through, how
it happened, and why it happened, this story tells.

My maiden name was Flower Dalrymple. I spent my early days on the
Continent, travelling about from place to place and learning much of
Bohemian life and Bohemian ways. When I was eighteen years of age my
father got an appointment in London. We went to live there--my father,
my mother, two brothers, a sister, and myself. Before I was twenty I was
engaged to David Ross. David was a landed proprietor. He had good means,
and was in my eyes the finest fellow in the world. In appearance he was
stalwart and broad-shouldered, with a complexion as dark as a gipsy. He
had a passionate and almost wild look in his eyes, and his wooing of me
was very determined, and I might almost say stormy.

When first he proposed for me I refused him from a curious and
unaccountable sense of fear, but that night I was miserable, and when two
days after he repeated his offer, I accepted him, for I discovered that,
whatever his character, he was the man I could alone love in all the
world.