_He_ has told me sufficient of you--" "My dear," interposed Wood, "for goodness' sake--" "I _will_ speak," screamed his wife, totally disregarding the interruption; "I _will_ tell this worthless creature what I know about her,--and what I think of her." "Not now, my love--not now," entreated Wood.
"Yes, _now_," rejoined the infuriated dame; "perhaps, I may never have another opportunity.

She has contrived to keep out of my sight up to this time, and I've no doubt she'll keep out of it altogether for the future." "That was my doing, dearest," urged the carpenter; "I was afraid if you saw her that some such scene as this might occur." "Hear me, Madam, I beseech you," interposed Mrs.Sheppard, "and, if it please you to visit your indignation on any one let it be upon me, and not on your excellent husband, whose only fault is in having bestowed his charity upon so unworthy an object as myself." "Unworthy, indeed!" sneered Mrs.Wood.
"To him I owe everything," continued the widow, "life itself--nay, more than life,--for without his assistance I should have perished, body and soul.

He has been a father to me and my child." "I never doubted the latter point, I assure you, Madam," observed Mrs.
Wood.
"You have said," pursued the widow, "that she, who has once erred, is irreclaimable.

Do not believe it, Madam.

It is not so.