You ought to believe in him until you know he isn't worthy of it." Elmira turned upon him with a flash of eyes like his own.

"Worthy!" she cried--"don't I think he would be worthy if he did leave me for her! Do you think I would blame him if he did leave anybody as poor as I am, worked 'most to skin and bone, of body and soul too, for anybody like that girl?
I guess I wouldn't blame him, and you needn't.

I don't blame him; it's true, I know, he'll never come to see me again, but I don't blame him." "If he doesn't come to see you again he'll have me to hear from," Jerome said, fiercely.
"No, he won't.

Don't you ever dare speak to him, or blame him, Jerome Edwards; I won't have it." Elmira ran into her chamber, leaving an echo of wild sobs in her brother's ears.
The day after Thanksgiving, Lucina's friends went away; when Jerome came home that night Elmira's face wore a different expression, which Mrs.Edwards explained with no delay.
"Belinda Lamb has been here," she said, "and that young man is that Boston girl's beau; he ain't Lucina's, and Lawrence Prescott ain't nothing to do with it.

He was up there last night, but it wa'n't anything.