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It was for my sake he did it , she said , and I do n't know now whether she was right or not ; he sold out and went to England thirty years ago , and I have never heard of him since . But I do know Paul Griffith , his overseer , hated him with a bitter hatred , and what Paul did I did . I was not a bad-looking little girl , and he may probably have meant to be kind , but it was not his kindness I wanted . Like many another man in those days , he wanted a wife , and this my mother dinned into my unwilling ears morning , noon , and night . `` But , mother , '' I said at last , driven to bay , `` how do you know he wants me ? '' `` My dear , '' she answered , `` do you think I have lived all these years in the world for nothing ? What do you suppose the man comes here twice a week for ? ''