I give my wife all or nothing." Lucina trembled.

The same look which she remembered when Jerome would not take her little savings was in his eyes.
"Then--I would not take anything from father," she said, tremulously.
"I wouldn't mind--being--poor." "I have seen the wives of poor men, and you shall not be made one by me.

If I thought I had not strength enough to keep you from that, as far as I was concerned, I would leave you this minute, and throw myself in the pond over there." "I am not afraid to be the wife of--a poor man--if I love him.
I--could save, and--work," Lucina said, speaking with the necessity of faithfulness upon her, yet timidly, and turning her face aside, for her heart had begun to fear lest Jerome did not really love her nor want her, after all.

A woman who would sacrifice herself for love's sake cannot understand the sacrifice, nor the love, which refuses it.
"You shall not be, whether you are afraid or not!" Jerome cried out, fiercely.

"Haven't I seen John Upham's wife?
Oh, God!" Lucina began moving slowly down the path towards the road; Jerome followed her.