"You are strong, and I am weak.

You can end it forever, and pray do.

You don't want me; you don't value me: then, leave me, once and for all, and end this hell you keep me in." No; he could not, or he would not, leave her alone.

Look at a bird's wings!--how like an angel's! Yet so vile a thing as a bit of birdlime subdues them utterly; and such was the fascinating power of this mean man over this worthy woman.

She was a reader, a thinker, a model of respectability, industry, and sense; a businesswoman, keen and practical; could encounter sharp hands in sharp trades; could buy or sell hogs, calves, or beasts with any farmer or butcher in the country, yet no match for a cunning fool.