"You cursed my mother's baptism.

It would be a curse to be told that you would see me no more, that I should be no more part of this home.

There has been enough of that curse here....

Ah, why--why--" she added with a sudden rush of indignation, "why did you destroy the only thing I had of hers?
It was all that was left--her guitar.

I loved it so." All at once, with a cry of pain, she turned and ran to the door--entering on the staircase which led to her room.