Why shouldn't I marry again?
Other people marry again, and why shouldn't I?
I am sure your poor father would never have wished me to waste my life by remaining single, with nothing to do but to look after you children.

And it is shameful of you to speak in that way of Mr.
Mulready." Ned stopped to hear no more.

At her first words he had given a low, gasping cry, as one who has received a terrible wound.

The blood flew to his head, the room swam round, and he seemed to feel the veins in his temples swell almost to bursting.

The subsequent words of his mother fell unheeded on his ears, and turning round he went slowly to the door, groping his way as one half asleep or stupefied by a blow.
Mechanically he opened the door and went out into the street; his cap was still on his head, but he neither thought of it one way or the other.
Almost without knowing it he turned from the town and walked toward the hills.