All that I have done I did for the best, according to my poor light.

We may never meet again, but it would make me happier some day to know that you had forgiven me, and that you remembered me without anger in your own happiness.
-- Your very true friend, 'CHRISTINA SHINE.' Harry sank into a chair and sat for a minute staring blankly at the letter, and Mrs.Haddon stood by his side staring curiously at him.
Suddenly she slapped firmly on the table with her plump hand and asked sharply: 'Well, Harry, well ?' He turned his blank eyes upon her.
'Do you care a button for that girl ?' 'Care ?' he said.

'I care my whole life an' soul for her!' 'Well, then, what're you goin' to do?
''Re you goin' to lose her ?' 'In the name o' God, Alice, what can I do?
She doesn't want me; she is going away to be rid of me.' 'Not want you?
You great, blind, blunderin' man you; she loves you well enough to break her heart for you.

Can't you see why she's going away?
Of course you can't.

She's goin' because she thinks she's an object of shame an' disgrace; because she feels on her own dear head an' weighin' on her own great, soft, simple heart all the weight of the shame that belonged to that bad devil of a father of hers; because all that the papers, an' the lawyers, an' the judge said about the sins o' Ephraim Shine she feels burnin' in red letters on her own sweet face.