He was a fellow with a great heart,--good as gold,--with upward aspirations, but with slow speech; and, when not sympathized with, he became confused and incoherent, and even dumb.

So his only way with his little pink and white empress was immediate and precipitate flight.
Lillie ran to the window when he was gone, and saw him and Grace get into the carriage together; and then she saw them drive to the old Ferguson House, and Rose Ferguson came out and got in with them.
"Well," she said to herself, "he shan't do that many times more,--I'm resolved." No, she did not say it.

It would be well for us all if we _did_ put into words, plain and explicit, many instinctive resolves and purposes that arise in our hearts, and which, for want of being so expressed, influence us undetected and unchallenged.

If we would say out boldly, "I don't care for right or wrong, or good or evil, or anybody's rights or anybody's happiness, or the general good, or God himself,--all I care for, or feel the least interest in, is to have a good time myself, and I mean to do it, come what may,"-- we should be only expressing a feeling which often lies in the dark back-room of the human heart; and saying it might alarm us from the drugged sleep of life.

It might rouse us to shake off the slow, creeping paralysis of selfishness and sin before it is for ever too late.
But Lillie was a creature who had lost the power of self-knowledge.
She was, my dear sir, what you suppose the true woman to be,--a bundle of blind instincts; and among these the strongest was that of property in her husband, and power over him.