Money has always made mischief between you and me.
You never had fifty pounds yet, you didn't fall into temptation.

Do pray let me keep it for you; or else sell it--I know how to sell; nobody better--and keep the money for a good occasion." "Is it yours, or mine ?" said he, sulkily.
"Why yours, dear; you earned it." "Then give it me, please." And he almost forced it out of her hand.
So now she sat down and cried over this piece of good luck, for her heart filled with forebodings.
He laughed at her, but at last had the grace to console her, and assure her she was tormenting herself for nothing.
"Time will show," said she, sadly.
Time did show.
Three or four days he came, as usual, to laugh her out of her forebodings.

But presently his visits ceased.

She knew what that meant: he was living like a gentleman, melting his diamond, and playing her false with the first pretty face he met.
This blow, coming after she had been so happy, struck Phoebe Dale stupid with grief.

The line on her high forehead deepened; and at night she sat with her hands before her, sighing, and sighing, and listening for the footsteps that never came.
"Oh, Dick!" she said, "never you love any one.