One by one [antikvár]

ONE BY ONE. I. "No. He could not have meant to leav'e Starva-tion to his own little girl. He might leave it to me, and welcome, since he left Love with it: but to Bertha? Surely, no. He could not leave Love to a baby whom he had never even seen; who was not even born until he had gone where Love is the only jewel. He knows that, now: and that, on earth, Love means bread for Bertha. It must go, for a little while—and, if I am wrong, he will forgive me, for he will knoiv. Ah, Louis, if you had loved me enough to live, you would have loved Bertha too, and would have thought every pearl in the sea well exchanged for a crumb for her." Of course. it was only Bertha's mother who could think these thoughts ín her heart, whatever else