I should have been a happy and fairly good woman, as far as women go, if you had been true, or rather if everything about you had not been utterly false and despicable.
You think it fortunate after reading this, I daresay, that we are separated for ever, BUT WE MAY MEET AGAIN, Richard Marston.

THEN you may have reason to curse the day, as I do most heartily, when you first set eyes on KATE MULLOCKSON.
Not a pleasant letter, by no manner of means.

I was glad I didn't get it while I was eating my heart out under the stifling low roof of the cell at Nomah, or when I was bearing my load at Berrima.

A few pounds more when the weight was all I could bear and live would have crushed the heart out of me.

I didn't want anything to cross me when I was looking at mother and Aileen and thinking how, between us, we'd done everything our worst enemy could have wished us to do.