Her eyes are like my wife's.

Yes, she's a good girl.

It seems a hard thing that I should have lived all these years without knowing her; lived alone, with no one about me but those that were on the watch for my money, and eager to cheat me at every turn.

My life might have been happier if I'd had a grandchild to keep me company, and I might have left this place and lived like a gentleman for her sake.

But that's all past and gone.