He was a weak, coarse-grained man, but in his own way his clever and beautiful girl was dear to him, and this sight wrung his soul as it had not been wrung for years.
"She's gone," he said continually, "she's gone; the Lord's will be done.
There must be another mistress at the school now.

Seventy pounds a year she will cost--seventy pounds a year!" "Do be quiet, father," said Elizabeth sharply.
"Ay, ay, it is very well for you to tell me to be quiet.

You are quiet because you don't care.

You never loved your sister.

But I have loved her since she was a little fair-haired child, and so did your poor mother.