I know that, and Jane knows it as well as I do.

That's why I want to earn money enough to let you rest.

I want you to stop work for good and be happy." "There are worse things than work," replied Mrs.Carr in a tone which implied that Gabriella had brought them upon her.
After a pause, in which her needle flew mournfully, she added: "I hope for your own sake that you will marry some good man before you lose your attractions.

Poor Becky Bollingbroke proved to me how unfortunate it is for a woman to remain unmarried." For an instant Gabriella looked at her mother without replying.

She felt tempted--strongly tempted, she told herself--to say something cross.
Then the sight of the bent gray head, of the bowed shoulders, of the knotted needle-pricked fingers, pierced her heart.