Mrs. Mackenzie, I can bear you no more; go in peace, and if
you wish to see your daughter she shall come to you; but I will never, so
help me God! sleep under the same roof with you; or break the same crust
with you; or bear your infernal cruelty; or sit to hear my father
insulted; or listen to your wicked pride and folly more. There has not
been a day since you thrust your cursed foot into our wretched house, but
you have tortured one and all of us. Look here, at the best gentleman,
and the kindest heart in all the world, you fiend! and see to what a
condition you have brought him! Dearest father! she is going, do you
hear? She leaves us, and you will come back to me, won't you? Great God,
woman," he gasped out, "do you know what you have made me suffer--what
you have done to this good man? Pardon, father, pardon!"--and he sank
down by his father's side, sobbing with passionate emotion. The old man
even now did not seem to comprehend the scene. When he heard that woman's
voice in anger, a sort of stupor came over him.
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