I loathe myself, and I loathe the thing that I am thinking of.

I could have clung to the outside of a man's body, to his very trappings, and loved him ten times better than myself!--ay, even though he had ill-treated me,--if I had been allowed to choose a husband for myself.

Burgo would have spent my money,--all that it would have been possible for me to give him.

But there would have been something left, and I think that by that time I could have won even him to care for me.

But with that man--! Alice you are very wise.