Do you know what a shameful neglect is at the most pitiful time in your life?
No.

How can a man know! He has a thousand things--the woman has nothing, nothing at all except the refuge of home, that for which she gave up everything!" Presently she broke off, and something sprang up and caught her in the throat.

Years of indignation were at work in her.

"I have had a home," she said, in a low, thrilling voice--"a good home; but what did that cost you?
Not one honest sentiment of pity, kindness, or solicitude.

You clothed me, fed me, abandoned me, as--how can one say it?
Do I not know, if coming back you had found me as you expected to find me, what the result would have been?
Do I not know?
You would have endured me if I did not thrust myself upon you, for you have after all a sense of legal duty, a kind of stubborn honour.