I have not strength to spring over; and to fall is destruction.
In my weakness and despair, I turn to you for help.

If there is help in any mortal arm, something tells me it is in yours.' "She did not weep, nor show strong emotion.

But her face was almost colorless, and presented an image of woe such as never met my eyes, except in pictures.
"'You have heard, no doubt,' she went on, 'some of the stories to my discredit which have been circulated in S----.

That I was gay and imprudent at Saratoga, cannot be denied--gay and imprudent as are too many fashionable women, under the exciting allurements of the place.
Little fond flirtations with gentlemen made up a part of our pastime there.

But as for sin--it was not in my thoughts!' She said this with an emphasis that assured me of its truth.