You never know what that Indian blood of hers will make her do.

She's too high-strung for us to bit and bridle.

I don't want to see her name in the paper again, alongside of that" (She did not finish the sentence.) "I'd rather have her fished dead out of the river, or find her where she found her uncle Malachi!" "You don't think, Miss Cynthy, that the man means to inveigle the girl with the notion of marryin' her by and by, after poor Mrs.Stoker's dead and gone ?" "The Lord in heaven forbid!" exclaimed Miss Cynthia, throwing up her hands.

"A child of fifteen years old, if she is a woman to look at!" "It's too bad,--it's too bad to think of, Miss Cynthy; and there's that poor woman dyin' by inches, and Miss Bathsheby settin' with her day and night, she has n't got a bit of her father in her, it's all her mother,--and that man, instead of bein' with her to comfort her as any man ought to be with his wife, in sickness and in health, that's what he promised.

I 'm sure when my poor husband was sick....