If you loved Tom, it would be different, but you hate him, and I will have nothing from you.

Take it away, Cousin Godfrey." Mortified, hurt, miserable, Godfrey took the purse, and, without a word, walked from the room.

Somewhere down in his secret heart was dawning an idea of Letty beyond anything he used to think of her, but in the mean time he was only blindly aware that his heart had been shot through and through.

Nor was this the time for him to reflect that, under his training, Letty, even if he had married her, would never have grown to such dignity.
It was, indeed, only in that moment she had become capable of the action.

She had been growing as none, not Mary, still less herself, knew, under the heavy snows of affliction, and this was her first blossom.