And for many a long year much of this feeling clung to her;--clung to her much more strongly than to her father.

But strength was hers to perceive, even before she had reached her home, that it was her duty to repress both the feeling of shame and the sorrow, as far as they were capable of repression.
Her brother had been weak, and in his weakness had sought a coward's escape from the ills of the world around him.

She must not also be a coward! Bad as life might be to her henceforth, she must endure it with such fortitude as she could muster.

So resolving she returned to her father, and was able to listen to his railings with a fortitude that was essentially serviceable both to him and to herself.
"Both of you! Both of you!" the unhappy father had said in his woe.
"The wretched boy has destroyed you as much as himself!" "No, sir," she had answered, with a forbearance in her misery, which, terrible as was the effort, she forced herself to accomplish for his sake.

"It is not so.