Why, since he had turned his back upon me, would he keep constantly looking over his shoulder?
And, oh me! how Grace did whisper; and how her whispers fired me with pride, while the confidence I had foolishly given her daily wore away my womanly self-respect.
My children, you will wonder why I did not behave heroically under this trial.

You despise a heroine who is subject to the most common faults and failings.

The old woman now can look back and mark out a better course of conduct for the girl.

But the girl is gone--the past is past, the life is lived.

I was full of the humours and delusions of nineteen years, and I saw the glory and delight of my youth wrecked.