I am now free to act as I like.

No matther what I do, it can't make me feel more than I feel now.
I might take a life; ay, twenty, an' I couldn't feel more miserable than I am.

Then, what is there to prevent me from workin' out my own will, an' doin' what my father wishes?
I may make myself worse an' guiltier; but unhappier I cannot be.

That poor, weak hope was all I had in this world; but that is gone; and I have no other hope now." "Compose yourself, dear Sarah; calm yourself," said Dalton.
"Don't call me dear Sarah," she replied; "you were wrong ever to do so.
Oh, why was I born! an' what has this world an' this life been to me but hardship an' sorrow?
But still," she added, drawing herself up, "I will let you all see what pride can do.

I now know my fate, an' what I must suffer: an' if one tear would gain your love, I wouldn't shed it--never, never." "Sarah," said Mary, in a soothing voice, "I hope you won't blame poor Con.