They've suffered enough, God knows." "They will," said Angela eagerly.

"Oh, how I wish I'd been born a man to throw in my lot with the weak! to bring comfort to sorrow, freedom to the oppressed: joy to wretchedness.

That is your mission.

How I envy you.

I glory in what the future has in store for you, Live for it! Live for it!" "I will!" cried O'Connell.