Ugh!" I bowed my head silently.
"Listen to me, girl!" he said sternly; "this child you have come to teach--my ward--is not legitimate.

She is the offspring of my mistress,--a common harlot.

Ah! Miss Mix, what do you think of me now ?" "I admire," I replied calmly, "your sincerity.

A mawkish regard for delicacy might have kept this disclosure to yourself.

I only recognize in your frankness that perfect community of thought and sentiment which should exist between original natures." I looked up; he had already forgotten my presence, and was engaged in pulling off his boots and coat.