If I Had not been proud, if I had not thought myself better than you and yours, I should have understood." For some unexplained reason her mind reverted now to Halsey and the child, and she wept for them as she had never wept before.
After these tears she stood up and stretched out her arms as if embracing a new life.

Alas! around her were only the ugly walls of the poor unfurnished room.

Susannah, rousing herself from the warm scenes of quickened memory, felt the contrast.
The hope of Ephraim's reply to her letter came to her smiling each morning, and, as the days passed, retired from her heart with a sigh each night.
When six weeks had gone and no reply came Susannah wrote again.

This time she addressed the letter to the care of Mr.Horace Bushnell in Hartford, thinking that perhaps by some extraordinary chance Ephraim's whereabouts might not be known in Manchester.

This letter was, unlike all those that had preceded it, more brief, more reserved, and more gentle.