Henrietta Thompson, Once a Week (1863)
“ Sabrina began to fear him exceedingly. Did the poor helpless foundling sometimes conjecture why she was thus adopted, flurried, maintained, and persecuted by her self-appointed guardian? Did her girlish heart yearn in wistful fancy to the dim image of her lost, her unknown parents, with a yearning for something less philosophical and more tender than the training process of Thomas Day? Did it ever occur to her that the peasant’s hovel, where, on the very threshold, the affections blossom, might be more congenial to her than all the beauties and comforts of Stowe Vale? ”
