I have implored God, I shall never cease to implore Him, until your brow clears, your head is lifted, and your heart is at rest.

You can't prevent me! This hour I shall go to my closet and beg Him to have mercy on your poor soul, and when His time comes, He will.

You can't help yourself, or you would have done so, long ago.

You must accept aid! This must end, or there will be tragedy in your house." "Madame, there has been!" said Mr.Pryor, shaking as he sat.
"I recognize that," said mother.

"The question is whether what has passed is not enough." "You simply cannot understand!" he said.
"Mr.Pryor," she said, "you're in the position of a man doubly bereft.
You are without a country, and without a God.