I would spare her the miseries that brought her mother, my own dear child, to an early grave.
I would leave her--not with resources which could be easily spent or squandered away, but with what would place her beyond the reach of want for ever.

You mark me sir?
She shall have no pittance, but a fortune--Hush! I can say no more than that, now or at any other time, and she is here again!' The eagerness with which all this was poured into my ear, the trembling of the hand with which he clasped my arm, the strained and starting eyes he fixed upon me, the wild vehemence and agitation of his manner, filled me with amazement.

All that I had heard and seen, and a great part of what he had said himself, led me to suppose that he was a wealthy man.

I could form no comprehension of his character, unless he were one of those miserable wretches who, having made gain the sole end and object of their lives and having succeeded in amassing great riches, are constantly tortured by the dread of poverty, and best by fears of loss and ruin.

Many things he had said which I had been at a loss to understand, were quite reconcilable with the idea thus presented to me, and at length I concluded that beyond all doubt he was one of this unhappy race.
The opinion was not the result of hasty consideration, for which indeed there was no opportunity at that time, as the child came directly, and soon occupied herself in preparations for giving Kit a writing lesson, of which it seemed he had a couple every week, and one regularly on that evening, to the great mirth and enjoyment both of himself and his instructress.