I remember what a life she has led, and I ask myself if any human creature could have suffered as that girl has suffered without being damaged by it.

Among those damnable people--I beg your pardon, my dear; Mr.
Norman sometimes used strong language, and it breaks out of me now and then--the good qualities of that unfortunate young person can _not_ have always resisted the horrid temptations and contaminations about her.
Hundreds of times she must have had deceit forced on her; she must have lied, through ungovernable fear; she must have been left (at a critical time in her life, mind!) with no more warning against the insidious advances of the passions than--than--I'm repeating what Mr.Presty said of a niece of his own, who went to a bad school at Paris; and I don't quite remember what comparisons that eloquent man used when he was excited.

But I know what I mean.

I like Miss Westerfield; I believe Miss Westerfield will come out well in the end.

But I don't forget that she is going to lead a new life here--a life of luxury, my dear; a life of ease and health and happiness--and God only knows what evil seed sown in her, in her past life, may not spring up under new influences.