Wait, and in a moment I shall see it in your eyes--glad, glad! Yes, your man was worthless, and you are glad.

But oh! You bitter fool!" "Let me go, please." "Listen a bit; no hurry now.

Plenty of time to be glad 'twas only your husband, not the man of your heart.

Look at me, and answer-- I don't count for much now, do I?
Not much to hate in me, now you know the name of my child's father, and that 'tisn' Taffy Raymond!" "Let me go." But seeing that Lizzie would not, she stopped and kissed her boy.

"Run out to the carriage, dear, and say I'll be coming in a minute or two." Little George clung to her wistfully, but her tone meant obedience.