No, no, you shall stand unstained if God will give me strength!" Martha walked softly to the bed and bent over Jane's prostrate body.
"It's me, dear.

What did he say to break your heart ?" Jane slipped her arm about the old nurse's neck, drawing her closer, and without lifting her own head from the pillow talked on.
"Nothing, nothing.

He came to comfort me, not to hurt me." "Do ye think it's all true 'bout Bart ?" Martha whispered.
Jane raised her body from the bed and rested her head on Martha's shoulder.
"Yes, it's all true about Bart," she answered in a stronger and more composed tone.

"I have been expecting it.

Poor boy, he had nothing to live for, and his conscience must have given him no rest." "Did the captain tell him about--" and Martha pointed toward the bed of the sleeping child.