"I never shall be happy.

I have my child, and that is all I have.

I cannot go back to the life in which I was born; I must go on as I am, a stranger among a strange people, pitied, suffered, cared for a little--and that is all." The nurse had drawn away a little distance with the child.

The rest of the family were making their preparations inside the house.

There was no one near to watch the singular little drama.
"You should not say that," he added; "we all feel you to be one of us." "But all your world does not feel me to be one of them," she rejoined.
"We shall see about that when you go up to town.