But I can't, I can't," she moaned.

"You don't know how mother frightens me.

When she looks at me, the words falter on my tongue and I feel as if it would be easier to die than to acknowledge what is in my heart." I could believe her.

Mrs.Fulton was a notable woman, whom many men shrank from encountering needlessly.

It was not her tongue, though that could be bitter enough, but a certain way she had of infusing her displeasure into attitude, tone, and manner, which insensibly sapped your self-confidence and forced you to accept her bad opinion of you as your rightful due.