To think that such a one should take the place of my revered mother was intolerable.
To treat her in any way not squaring with her real merits; to hinder anger and scorn from rising at the sight of her in her new condition, was not in my power.

To be degraded to the rank of her servant, to become the sport of her malice and her artifices, was not to be endured.
I had no independent provision; but I was the only child of my father, and had reasonably hoped to succeed to his patrimony.

On this hope I had built a thousand agreeable visions.

I had meditated innumerable projects which the possession of this estate would enable me to execute.

I had no wish beyond the trade of agriculture, and beyond the opulence which a hundred acres would give.
These visions were now at an end.