The worst of it is, I seem the only person he has any faith in, and what I have been telling him about the father of us all, whose love never changes, will seem only the idler tale, when he finds I am gone, and nowhere to be found--as they're sure to tell him.

There's no saying what lies they mayn't tell him about my going! Rather than go, I will sit on the door-step all night, just to be able to tell him in the morning that I never went home." "Why have they done it, do you think?
asked Joseph.
"I dare hardly allow myself to conjecture," answered Mary.

"None of them like me but Jemima--not even Mrs.Redmain now, I am afraid; for you see I never got any of the good done her I wanted, and, till something of that was done, she could not know how I felt toward her.

I shouldn't a bit wonder if they fancy I have a design on his money--as if anybody fit to call herself a woman would condescend to such a thing! But when a woman would marry for money, she may well think as badly of another woman." "This is a serious affair," said Joseph.

"To have a dying man believe you false to him would be dreadful! We must find some way in.