I hate him.

I hate them all.

Forgive your wayward girl.

I'll stay with you all my days.

I dare say that will not be long, now I have quarrelled with my guardian angel; and all for what?
Papa! papa! how CAN you sit there and not speak me one word of comfort?
'SIMPLETON ?' Ah! that I am to throw away a love a queen is scarcely worthy of; and all for what?
Really, if it wasn't for the ingratitude and wickedness of the thing, it is too laughable.