I'm _not_ sorry I came away from him; I'm not sorry I changed my name, and did all the things I s'pose he's told you I did, and that I s'pose you think are so wicked.

I'd do it again if I was as frightened and as angry.

Was he to make me his slave-wife?
_That's_ what he wanted of me! I know the man!"-- scornfully--"he said it was for my good, but it was his own way he wanted." All the forced quiescence of her manner had changed to fire.

"And if you think that I'm unnatural, and wicked to pretend I had a different name, and to do what I did to get quit of him, then I'll go among people who will think it was clever and a fine joke, and will think more about my fine appearance than about being good all day long." Sophia was terribly roused by the torrent of feeling that was now pouring forth, not more in words than in silent force, from the young woman who stood over her.
"Go!" she cried, "go to such people.

Marry the man who cares for your hair and your good looks.