Lance laughed aloud.
"Why, Frances," he cried; "I have never seen you do such a clumsy thing before." She was deadly pale, her hand shaking.
"I have frightened myself," she said, "and no wonder with such a noise." A servant came, who made everything right.
Then Lance continued, "You interrupted me, Frances.

I was just saying that child-murder is one of the greatest blots on the civilization of the present day." "It is such a horrible thing to speak of," she said, feebly.
"It wants some speaking about," said Lance.

"I never take up a paper without reading one or two cases.

I wonder that the Government does not take it up and issue some decree or other.

It is a blot on the face of the land." "I do not suppose that any decree of Government would change it," I said; "the evil lies too deeply for that; the law should be made equal; as it is, the whole blame, shame and punishment fall on the woman, while the man goes free; there will be no change for the better while that is the case.