To have nourished a serpent, sir, all these years! to have lavished one's self upon a viper that turns and stings her own poor mother! To have toiled and prayed, to have pushed and struggled, to have eaten the bread of bitterness, and all the rest of it, sir--and at the end of all things to find myself at this pass.

It can't be, it 's too cruel, such things don't happen, the Lord don't allow it.

I 'm a religious woman, sir, and the Lord knows all about me.

With his own hand he had given me his reward! I would have lain down in the dust and let her walk over me; I would have given her the eyes out of my head, if she had taken a fancy to them.

No, she 's a cruel, wicked, heartless, unnatural girl! I speak to you, Mr.Mallet, in my dire distress, as to my only friend.