"Sure, I wish you could have cared for him for himself.

Only his mother knows how much good there is in him.

And, dear, you must try to forgive him that's gone." "We have forgiven him," I said, "as we hope for forgiveness." Then she wept again softly, and poured out to me her hopes and fears for her boy.
"It's gone deep with him, dear," she said: "it's gone very deep with him.

But, sure, we must trust to God to bring good out of the trouble.
He'd never have done you that wrong to marry you and you fond of some one else.

You don't mind my knowing, dear?
My boy tells me everything.
Sure, I'd have known it, for if there was no one else you must have cared for Rick." "Some one else will care for him," I said.
"Indeed, I wouldn't mind who he married if she was good and fond of him and would keep him at home.