"Certainly I do. You don't pretend to love him?"
"No, I only married him at his urgent request, thinking I was doing what was best for you. It was a bad day's work for me. I could have got along much better alone."
"Of course you could, mother. Well, I will read the rest:
"'However, you are my wife still, and owe me some reparation for your long neglect. I shall come to Pine Point as soon as I can, and it is hardly necessary to remind you that I shall be out of money, and shall want you to stir round and get me some, as I shall want to buy some clothes and other things."
"How does he think you are to supply him with money, when he has left you to take care of yourself all these years?" again burst from Grit's indignant lips.
He read on:
"'How is the cub? Is he as independent and saucy as ever? I am afraid you have allowed him to do as he pleases. He needs a man's hand to hold him in check and train him up properly.'"
"Heaven help you if Mr. Brandon is to have the training of you, Grit!" exclaimed his mother.
"He'll have a tough job if he tries it!" said Grit. "He'll find me rather larger and stronger than when he went to prison."