He was already married

"I can't do that, but I'll tell you the truth.  I will swear it on the Bible  I married someone.  A good minister married us.  The man deceived me.  He was already married, and last night his wife came to my happy home and proved before the man whom I thought my husband that I was no wife at all.  He couldn't, didn't deny it.  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!"  And she again rocked back and forth in uncontrollable anguish. "That's all," she added brokenly. "I had no right to be near him or her any longer, and I rushed out.  I don't remember much more.  My brain seemed on fire.  I just walked and walked till I was brought here." "Well, well!" said the sergeant sympathetically, "you have been treated badly, outrageously; but you are not to blame unless you married the man hastily and foolishly." "That's what everyone will think, but it don't seem to me that I did.  It's a long story, and I can't tell it." "But you ought to tell it, my poor woman.  You ought to sue the man for damages and send him to State prison." "No, no!" cried Alida passionately. "I don't want to see him again, and I won't go to a court before people unless I am dragged there." The sergeant looked up at the policeman who had arrested her and said, "This story is not contrary to anything you saw?" "No, sir; she was wandering about and seemed half out of her mind." "Well, then, I can let you go." "But I don't know where to go," she replied, looking at him with hunted, hollow eyes. "I feel as if I were going to be sick.  Please don't turn me into the streets.  I'd rather go back to the cell--" "That won't answer.  There's no place that I can send you to except the poorhouse.  Haven't you any money?" "No, sir.  I just rushed away and left everything when I learned the truth."