"Will you never go home to Riversborough ?" "Never again!" she replied.

"I could not live there now; it is a hateful spot to me.

Your mother grieves bitterly over leaving it; but even she sees that we can never live there again." "I shall not even know how to think of you all!" he cried.

"You will be living in some strange house, which I can never picture to myself.

And the old home will be empty." "Mr.Clifford is living in it," she said.
He threw up his hands with a gesture of grief and vexation.