"I don't hold with that sort of fuss," says she. Then, after standing a minute, and looking at nothing particular, mother said—
"It isn't my way to make a lot of talk about what's done, and can't be undone. But I've one thing to say."
"Yes, mother," says I, meek enough; and I knew what was coming.
"About that young Russell," says she.
"Yes, mother."
"Mind, Kitty—it's all over between you and him. If there ever has been anything, which I've my doubts upon," says she, "it's over now."
I didn't speak a word, for I was that choked, I couldn't.
"He's shown himself a liar and a cheat. I'd sooner see you in your grave, Kitty, than give you over to him. Mind, I say it, and I mean it," says she.
And then she touched my hand in a kind-like way, and said—
"It won't be long. You'll soon leave caring. There can't be love without there's respect."