The ravages of trouble and grief were there to read in her worn face; it had not, however, any of the hard and bitter lines that had characterized her husband's.
I wondered, considering that Sampson had ruined Hoden, how Mrs.Hoden was going to regard the daughter of an enemy.
"So you're Roger Sampson's girl ?" queried the woman, with her bright black eyes fixed on her visitor.
"Yes," replied Miss Sampson, simply.

"This is my cousin, Sally Langdon.
We've come to nurse you, take care of the children, help you in any way you'll let us." There was a long silence.
"Well, you look a little like Sampson," finally said Mrs.Hoden, "but you're not at all like him.

You must take after your mother.

Miss Sampson, I don't know if I can--if I _ought_ to accept anything from you.

Your father ruined my husband." "Yes, I know," replied the girl sadly.