We hardly knew what to make of it, she was so quiet and natural.
Then just a week later her little child died of diphtheria, suffering horribly, and she wild with despair because she could not relieve it.
After that, she was almost insane; indeed, I have always thought she was quite insane for a time.

I know she was excessively violent and wanted to kill herself, and I never heard any one rave as she did about religion and resignation and God.

After a few weeks she became quiet and stupid and went about like a machine; and at last she got over it, but has never been what she was before.

You know she was a rather fast New York girl before she married, and cared no more about politics and philanthropy than I do.

It was a very late thing, all this stuff.
But she is not really hard, though she may seem so.