Picture to yourself for one minute what Mary was before they went to work with her fresh heart and face--do her that justice--and say whether such a thing is possible.' 'You're a good fellow, Varden,' said Mr Haredale, 'and are quite right.
I have brooded on that subject so long, that every breath of suspicion carries me back to it.

You are quite right.' 'It isn't, sir,' cried the locksmith with brightened eyes, and sturdy, honest voice; 'it isn't because I courted her before Rudge, and failed, that I say she was too good for him.

She would have been as much too good for me.

But she WAS too good for him; he wasn't free and frank enough for her.

I don't reproach his memory with it, poor fellow; I only want to put her before you as she really was.