Margaret looked up at the man, almost expecting some contradiction from him, or at least some remark that would modify his daughter's utter hopelessness. But instead, he added--
"I'm afeared hoo speaks the truth. I'm afeared hoo's too far gone in a waste."
"I shall have a spring where I am boun' to, and flowers, and amaranths, and shining robes besides."
"Poor lass, poor lass!" said her father in a low tone. "I'm none so sure o' that; but it's a comfort to thee, poor lass, poor lass. Poor father! it'll be soon."

Margaret looked up at the man, expecting some contradiction from him. But he said, 'I'm afeared hoo speaks truth. I'm afeared hoo's too far gone.'
'I shall have a spring where I'm bound to, and flowers, and amaranths, and shining robes besides,' said his daughter.
'Poor lass, poor lass!' said her father in a low tone. 'I'm none so sure o' that; but it's a comfort to thee, poor lass - it'll be soon.'
