But he wasn't--never.

Who can know it better than I?
Didn't he worry mother until she died?
Didn't he lead me an awful life always, and aren't I delighted now that he's dead?
It's everything to me.

I've longed for this day for years, and now we've got to pretend that we're sorry and that it would be a good thing if he were alive.

It wouldn't be a good thing--it would be a bad thing for every one.

He was a bad man and I hated him." Then, quite suddenly, she cried.