Don't make excuses." "Yes, but I want you to know that I feel for you," Francine insisted, without the slightest approach to sympathy in face, voice, or manner.
"When my uncle died, and left us all the money, papa was much shocked.
He trusted to time to help him." "Time has been long about it with me, Francine.

I am afraid there is something perverse in my nature; the hope of meeting again in a better world seems so faint and so far away.

No more of it now! Let us talk of that good creature who is asleep on the other side of you.

Did I tell you that I must earn my own bread when I leave school?
Well, Cecilia has written home and found an employment for me.

Not a situation as governess--something quite out of the common way.