He was her drudge, her slave, her horror and her convenience.

Her ruling idea was a wish to have it understood that the match was ill-assorted and compelled by necessity; though the last idea bespoke a youth of shame.

The child alone was dressed, and with some care, as if she wished to assert its claim to a superior paternity or better destiny.

Among the predominant passions which swayed her, avarice seemed uppermost; and she scowled ominously on her stupid husband, whose rigid impassable stolidity seemed impervious to all prospects and chances of pleasure and of gain.
The rain continued to pour without abatement during the whole night and until sunset the succeeding day.

The next night passed nearly in the same way as the first, save that I could not rest from a vague sense of apprehension with which this woman inspired me.