"I would not complain, only excuse myself, and implore pity and indulgence, and defend myself from the reproach of having been a cold, unloving daughter.

Oh! God knows how I have longed for your love; that I would willingly prove that I would joyfully do every thing to embellish your life and make you happy.

It gave me such pleasure to earn something for you with my dear flowers and lessons, and afford you a little gratification!" "Ah! now, she will reproach us with having toiled for us and sacrificed herself.

Husband, thank yourself for the victim who worked for you, who gave her youth for us that she might strew our life with roses." "I have had enough of this talking and whining," cried the general, furiously beating the table with his fist.

"My daughter shall not be a heroine of romance, but an obedient child, who submits to the will of her parents.