Twain's End - Pg 172

   "I loved her, you know. People said that I married her for her money, but that wasn't true. Oh, I loved her money, don't get me wrong, and I loved how she made me respectable, or at least tried to, but that's not why I had to have her." He took a drink, then set down his glass. "She was just a little girl, you see, frail as a child. It was as if I could hold her in one hand. I was so honored that she trusted me not to crush her. " He sighed. "But I did. I crushed her every day."