"He is sick, sick to death of a galloping consumption--he will not write any more pasquinades." "Who looks after his little girl ?" asked Elise; "I see her sometimes running about the street like a wild cat." "Yes, there's a pretty prospect for her," snorted out the Assessor.
"There is a person in the house--a person they call her, she ought to be called reptile, or rather devil--who is said to look after the housekeeping, but robs him, and ruins that child.

Would you believe it?
she and two tall churls of sons that she has about her amuse themselves with terrifying that little girl by dressing themselves up whimsically, and acting the goblins in the twilight.

It is more than a miracle if they do not drive her mad!" "Poor wretch!" exclaimed Judge Frank, in rage and abhorrence.

"Good heavens! how much destruction of character there is, how much crime, which the arm of the law cannot reach! And that child's father, can he bear that it is so treated ?" "He is wholly governed by that creature--that woman," said Munter; "besides, sick in bed as he now is, he knows but little of what goes on in the house." "And if he die," asked the Judge, "is there nobody who will look after that girl?
Has he a relation or friend ?" "Nobody in this world," returned Jeremias.

"I have inquired particularly.