When I told her that I could not get it, she gave up and died.
Your uncle killed her.

Come." Greatly shocked, he followed her back into the sitting-room, and then--as soon as he got his composure--apologised for having intruded himself upon her in such an hour of desolation.
"I am glad to see you," she said simply, "I have seen nobody except the doctor once, and the undertaker twice.

It is dreadful to sit alone hour after hour face to face with the irretrievable.

If I had not been so foolish as to enter into that agreement with Messrs.

Meeson, I could have got the money by selling my new book easily enough; and I should have been able to take Jeannie abroad, and I believe that she would have lived--at least I hoped so.