Why, I never saw you like this before." "Had I ever the same reason?
You have only known the happy, thoughtless child.

They have made a woman of me now, and my peace is gone.

I _must_ not defy my father, and I _will_ not break poor Walter's heart--the truest heart that ever beat.

Not tell dear Mr.Hope?
I'll tell him everything, if I'm cut in pieces for it." And her beautiful eyes flashed lightning through her tears.
"Hum!" said Mrs.Easton, under her breath, and looking down at her own feet.
"And pray what does 'hum' mean ?" asked Mary, fixing her eyes with prodigious keenness on the woman's face.
"Well, I don't suppose 'hum' means anything," said Mrs.Easton, still looking down.
"Doesn't it ?" said Mary.

"With such a face as _that_ it means a volume.
And I'll make it my business to read that volume." "Hum!" "And Mr.Hope shall help me.".