"Well!" said he, breaking away, "don't tell me any more about it. I cannot endure to think of it. It will be better that you should speak to her any way, than that she should not be spoken to at all.--Oh! that look of love!" continued he, between his teeth, as he bolted himself into his own private room. "And that cursed lie; which showed some terrible shame in the background, to be kept from the light in which I thought she lived perpetually! Oh, Margaret, Margaret! Mother, how you have tortured me! Oh! 
'Well!' said he, breaking away, 'don't tell me any more about it. I cannot endure to think of it.'
As he shut himself into his private room, he continued. 'Oh! that look of love! And that cursed lie; which showed some terrible shame to be kept dark! Oh, Margaret, Margaret! 