On the right of the hearth a woman sat rocking herself to and fro and weeping.

I have been thinking that I ought to go to the almshouse, that I ought not to stay here and be a burden to you!

It's a sad thing to have in this wide world no place but the poor-house to go to.

I'll tell you what I've come for, Rebecca Flint. I've come for Agnes.

I don't know what you mean. Agnes has gone away.

I hope to heaven I shan't even dream of you!

Oh, since I've got here I won't mind. It's been the getting here that's been the worst

She's there in my room when I address myself to sleep.

I used to wish sometimes that Agnes was a boy, but I'm glad now she ain't.

This mortal shall have put on immortality.

I haven't lost any of my strength. I can do as much work as I ever could.

I haven't got any money. I am stone-broke.

A good many places in your house have been repapered, but the parlor hasn't.

I knew better than to die and leave Agnes alone.

You'd better not go into the room across the hall, ma'am.

The Wind in the Rose-Bush