Cannot you come forward with a face like a sister's, and leave my faults for my own conscience?
_You_ judge me! What do you, with your nun's experiences, your heart chilled, your paltry view of the world through a chapel window, know of a man whose passions boil in him like the fire in yonder mountain?
I should subdue my passions.

Excellent text for a copy book in a girls' school! I should be another man than I am; I should remould myself; I should cool my brain with doctrine.

With a bullet, if you like; say that, and you will tell the truth.

But with the truth you have nothing to do; too long ago you were taught that you must never face that.

Do you deal as truthfully with yourself as I with my own heart?
I wonder, I wonder." Miriam's eyes had fallen.