Your mother--' 'She's no mother of mine!' broke in Clara angrily.
'She's been a mother to you in kindness, that's certain, and you've repaid her almost as ill as you could have done.

Another girl would have made her hard life a bit easier.

No; you've only thought of yourself.

Your father walks about day after day trying to get work, and how do you meet him when he comes home?
You fret him and anger him; you throw him back ill-tempered words when he happens to think different from you; you almost break his heart, because you won't give way in things that he only means for your good--he that would give his life for you! It's as well you should hear the truth for once, and hear it from me, too.

Anyone else might speak from all sorts of motives; as for me, it makes me suffer more to say such things than it ever could you to hear them.