If anything yet could wring a tear from me, it would be the thought of the awful injustice I always have done my girl.

If I'd lay hand on you for anything, it would be for that." "Kill me if you want to," sobbed Elvira Carney.

"I know that I deserve it, and I don't care." "You are getting your killing fast enough to suit me," said Mrs.
Comstock.

"I wouldn't touch you, any more than I would him, if I could.
Once is all any man or woman deceives me about the holiest things of life.

I wouldn't touch you any more than I would the black plague.