I am not the man to judge her.

When I look back on my own wasted life; when I see how for one boyish fancy I cut myself off from all the ties of domestic life, to hold my selfish way alone, I sometimes think that she has shown herself a better woman than I have a man.

Ah! well, old sweetheart, not much to boast of either of us.

Let us get on.
She was walking in the garden, next morning, and Tom came and walked beside her; and after a little he said,-- "So you are pretty well contented, cousin ?" "I am as well content," she said, "as a poor, desolate, old childless widow could hope to be.

There is no happiness left for me in this life!" "Who told you that ?" said Tom.