What do I care for these people?
They are a set of common farmers and mechanics, with whom I condescend to associate because I have no one else here, except the minister's and the doctor's family, to speak to.

Soon I shall be in the city, and then I don't care if I never set eyes on any of them again.

In Boston I can find suitable society." The more Mrs.Preston thought of it, the more she felt aggravated by the thought that so large a share of her husband's property was to go to others.

She fixed her eyes thoughtfully on the document which she held in her hand, and a strong temptation came to her.
"If this should disappear," she said to herself, "the money would be all mine and Godfrey's, and no one would be the wiser.

That Irish boy and his mother would stay where they belonged, and my Godfrey would have his own.