Put him in some good school, where you can go and see him, and help him to--to--to forget his mother.

Do with him what you like.

The worst you can do will be kindness to what he will learn with me.

Only take him out of this wicked life, this cruel place, this home of shame and sorrow.

You will; I know you will--won't you?
You will--you must not, you cannot say no! You will make him as pure, as gentle as yourself; and when he has grown up, you will tell him his father's name--the name that hasn't passed my lips for years--the name of Alexander Morton, whom they call here Sandy! Miss Mary!--do not take your hand away! Miss Mary, speak to me! You will take my boy?
Do not put your face from me.