You must never lift a hand to him, or I shall hate you." "Hate ME, Phoebe ?" "Ay, boy: I should.

God forgive me: 'tis no use deceiving ourselves; when a woman loves a man she despises, never you come between them; there's no reason in her love, so it is incurable.

One comfort, it can't go on forever; it must kill me, before my time and so best.

If I was only a mother, and had a little Reginald to dandle on my knee and gloat upon, till he spent his money, and came back to me.

That's why I said I wished I was his wife.