"You will make yourself ill with the cold and the night air; and then you, and I too, will be worse than we now are." "We cannot be worse.

You cannot be worse, and for me it does not signify.

Let me pass." "I will not let you pass, Josiah.

Be a man and bear it.

Ask God for strength, instead of seeking it in an over-indulgence of your own sorrow." "Indulgence!" "Yes, love;--indulgence.