"The feeling is dead within my breast.

My only love is for my poor lost son.

I can esteem him, regard him; but, love him as he _ought_ to be loved--that I cannot do." "Your esteem is all he will require," urged Winifred.
"He has it, and will ever have it," replied Mrs.Sheppard, passionately,--"he has my boundless gratitude, and devotion.

But I am not worthy to be any man's wife--far less _his_ wife.

Winifred, you are deceived in me.