And hard as I had regarded Uncle Leonard, he had been the soft-hearted one of the brothers, who had sheltered the little girl (after he had thrown off the mother, and broken her poor heart).
The house in Varick-street would be broken up.

What would become of the cook, and Ann Coddle?
It would be easier for them to live than for me.
They could get work to do, for they knew how to work, and people would employ them.

I--I could do nothing, I had been taught to do nothing.

I had never been directed how to hem a handkerchief.

I had tried to dust my room one day, and the effort had tired me dreadfully, and did not look very well, as a result.