A terrible pain--a pang of vain jealousy--shot through her: she hardly knew whether it was more physical or mental; but it forced her to sit down. In a moment, she was up again as straight as ever,--a grim smile upon her face for the first time that day, ready for the door opening, and the rejoicing triumphant one, who should never know the sore regret his mother felt at his marriage. 
A terrible pang of vain jealousy shot through her, forcing her to sit down; but in a moment, she was up again as straight as ever - a grim smile upon her face, ready for the door opening. Her triumphant son should never know the sore regret his mother felt at his marriage.
