I'd rather die under a hedge.

I've always been so used to the open, and my freedom, and I couldn't bear it.

But I haven't got a penny, nor no means of getting one.

Whatever I'm going to do I don't know.
Tom's put away for three years, and I shan't ever live to see him come out, I know,--but nobody cares! It don't matter to nobody whether I'm alive or dead." The storm had broken by this time, and the crashing of the thunder seemed to add horror to the hopeless misery of her sobs and complainings.

Huldah could scarcely bear it.
"Aunt Emma, don't say such things," she cried.