Because you have told me about your mother, I suppose." "And are you so much interested in me ?" she asked, looking earnestly at him.
"Yes." "I ought not to tell you, but I will.

We lived in the country.

My father was"-- She looked about her and then at him.

"My father was a drunkard, but my mother loved him devotedly.

One day he went to the village, several miles away, and at evening he didn't come home, and my mother knew the cause.