Think of me as your wife--me, the thief's daughter, whispered about, pointed at.

Think, as I have done, of that possible time when you might love me less because of him and the wrong he did you, when you might be ashamed to be seen with me.

People don't forget crimes like his, Harry; they talk of them to their children.

Think of your mother and your brother.

Think, think--oh, Harry, think, for my strength is gone.' He only clasped her closely and kissed her cheek.
'Think of your mother,' she continued.