When I was eight years old she went away with a scoundrel . It broke father 's heart . Nobody thought I understood , I was such a little fellow . But I did . I heard them talking . I knew she had brought shame and disgrace on herself and us . And I had loved her so ! Then , somehow , as I grew up , it was my misfortune that all the women I had to do with were mean and base . They were hirelings , and I hated and feared them . There was an aunt of mine -- she tried to be good to me in her way . But she told me a lie , and I never cared for her after I found it out . And then , father -- we loved each other and were good chums . But he did n't believe in much either . He was bitter , you know . He said all women were alike . I grew up with that notion . I did n't care much for anything -- nothing seemed worth while . Then I came here and met you . '' He paused again . Beatrice had listened with a gray look on her face .
It would have startled him had he glanced up , but he did not , and XXXXX a moment 's silence the halting boyish voice went on : `` You have changed everything for me .
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