I swear I don't plead for my uncle or my cousin, for their sakes.

If they are vile, let them suffer.

Russ, it's you I think of! Oh, my pitiful little dreams! I wanted so to surprise you with my beautiful home--the oranges, the mossy trees, the mocking-birds.

Now you'll never, never come!" "But, Sally, there's a chance--a mere chance I can do the job without--" Then she let go of me.

She had given up.