"I don't remember you at all," she said in a low trembling voice.

Her pride was stung to the quick at the thought that she had belonged to this vulgar person.
"Well, well! you were only a baby, to be sure, when you were taken away from me.

But oh, my dear, I loved you like my own that went to heaven, so I did.

And my John, he loved you too.

Come in here till I show you the bed you used to sleep in; and always you would be happier if you had a jugful of flowers on the window-sill to look at, falling asleep and coming awake again in the morning.