He ought to have taken pity on her.
'I can't live without him--and, oh, Lucy, he never even looks at me.' That's what she said.

Cruel, cruel, cruel.

I said, 'No man is worth fretting for in that way.' And she said, 'There are men worth dying for, Lucy, and he is one of them.' I had saved up a little money.

I had settled things with father and mother.

I meant to take her away from the mortification she was suffering here.