I sold them, and I sold with them a small diamond ring that had been my mother's, and some other jewelry; altogether I realized fifty pounds.

I went to the outskirts of London and took two small rooms.
"I remember that I made no effort to hide my disgrace; I did not pretend to be married or to be a widow, and the mistress of the house was not unkind to me.

She liked me all the better for telling the truth.

I say no word to you of my mental anguish--no words can describe it, but I loved the little one.

She was only three weeks old when a letter was forwarded to me at the address I had given in London, saying that my grandmother was ill and wished me to go home at once.