"You know, _you_, what he was.

In twenty years he never said an impatient word to me.
I believed he would live a hundred years.

He has been my mother," she cried, "my good, kind mother." These simple thoughts brought torrents of tears from her eyes, interrupted by sobs; then she fell back exhausted.
"My child," said the justice of peace, hearing the heirs on the staircase.

"You have a lifetime before you in which to weep, but you have now only a moment to attend to your interests.

Gather everything that belongs to you in this house and put it into your own room at once.
The heirs insist on my affixing the seals." "Ah! his heirs may take everything if they choose," cried Ursula, sitting upright under an impulse of savage indignation.