She stood quite motionless, with a face of suffering.
"You want me to confess my sins ?" Reuben continued, walking about in uncontrollable excitement.

"What is your chapel formula?
Find one comprehensive enough, and let me repeat it after you; only mind that it includes hypocrisy, for the sake of the confession.

I tell you I am conscious of no sins.

Of follies, of ignorances, of miseries--as many as you please.

And to what account should they all go?
Was I so admirably guided in childhood and boyhood that my subsequent life is not to be explained?
It succeeded in your case, my poor sister.