And what she said about my mother is a wicked lie as well, at least in the way she meant it; and I shall hate her all my life.

I have been motherless and lonely always, but God has cared for me, and I never knew before what evil thoughts and ways there were.

I am not ashamed that I listened, though I didn't mean to stay at first.
I'm glad I heard it all and know what kind of friends I have.

And those last cruel words you said--I never will forgive you, never--never--never till I die." He had put his hand out toward me as if in conciliation, at least I understood it so.

I pushed it passionately away, rushed into my room, bolted the door, and flung myself upon the bed with a frightful burst of sobs.