Partly through curiosity, and partly through good-nature, she tried to win my confidence, and in an evil hour I told her all my trouble.

I listened to her censure, scoffs, counsels, and my heart turned to steel against John.
She was older than me by five or six years.

I was a good little simple babe, she said, but she, she knew the world.

It was only in story books, or by younglings like me that lovers were expected to be true.

Miss Leonard was an "old flame," and, if all that was said might be true, would be heiress of Hillsbro'.