Do you think I want to be such a one as that mother of yours, to have children and mope myself to the grave----" "You'd best leave my mother out of it, or by the devil that made you I'll send you after her.

Keep her name off your vile lips." "Why should I?
What good did she ever do you?
She pretended to be such a saint, but she hated you, and small wonder, seeing what you were.

Why she even died to be rid of you.

Oh, I know all about it, and you told me as much yourself.

If my child is ever born I hope for your sake it will be such another as you are, or as I am.