If I gave it back to them, what would become of you and George, and how am I to stop the clamours of that cormorant?
No, no! it is useless to talk of it--I cannot do it!" "There would be still enough left for George, after restoring them their own, and you might give this man my share of what is left.

I would rather work day and night," said she, determinedly, "than ever touch a penny of the money thus accumulated." "I've thought all that over, long ago, but I dare not do it--it might cause inquiries to be made that might result to my disadvantage.

No, I cannot do that; sit down, and let us be quiet now." Mr.Stevens lay back upon his pillow, and for a moment seemed to doze; then starting up again suddenly, he asked, "Have you told George about it?
Have you ever confided anything to him ?" "No, papa," answered she soothingly, "not a breath; I've been secret as the grave." "That's right!" rejoined he--"that is right! I love George, but not as I do you.

He only comes to me when he wants money.

He is not like you, darling--you take care of and nurse your poor old father.