Angeline was even more troubled than Hanz, and listened with fear and trembling to the words as they fell from Chapman's lips.

What could have worked this change in a person who had so recently expressed such friendship for them?
Her pure, unsuspecting soul would not permit her to entertain the belief that her husband could do wrong.

She attempted to speak and enquire what this strange and unaccountable scene meant; but her eyes filled with tears, her face became as pale as marble, and her resolution failed her.

Her little, happy home had been rudely invaded, and a grasping, avaricious enemy had shown himself where she expected to find a friend.
"I don't want to distress you, Mr.Toodlebug, I don't," said Chapman, keeping his keen eyes fixed on Hanz.

"I don't want to distress you, I don't.