She is in her pride tonight.' And as she spoke, she struck her hand upon her beautiful bosom, as though she would have beaten down herself.
'Look at me,' she said, 'who have never known what it is to have an honest heart, and love.

Look at me, taught to scheme and plot when children play; and married in my youth--an old age of design--to one for whom I had no feeling but indifference.

Look at me, whom he left a widow, dying before his inheritance descended to him--a judgment on you! well deserved!--and tell me what has been my life for ten years since.' 'We have been making every effort to endeavour to secure to you a good establishment,' rejoined her mother.

'That has been your life.

And now you have got it.' 'There is no slave in a market: there is no horse in a fair: so shown and offered and examined and paraded, Mother, as I have been, for ten shameful years,' cried Edith, with a burning brow, and the same bitter emphasis on the one word.