After much struggling and loss in love and in the world of man, the protagonist throws in his lot with a woman who is already married. Together they go into another country, she perforce leaving her children behind. The conflict of love and hate goes on between the man and the woman, and between these two and the world around them, till it reaches some sort of conclusion, they transcend into some condition of blessedness and all that previous while, she was I, she!

not in mixing, merging, not in similarity. She found the source of my subjection

And dance, but I can't lift up proud beyond inkling or furthest conception of It was the flank of my wife