Every good man longs to heal a wound when he sees it, but your whole demeanor cries out: 'Stay where you are, and leave me in peace.'-- If only you were good to your uncle!" "But I am, and I have felt prompted a hundred times to confide in him--but then..." "Well--then ?" "Only look at him, Betta; see how he lies as cold as marble, rigid and apathetic, half dead and half alive.

At first the words often rose to my lips..." "And now ?" "Now all the worst is so long past; I feel I have forfeited the right to complain to him of all that weighs me down." "Hm," said Perpetua who had no answer ready.

"But take heart, my child.
Orion has at any rate learnt how far he may venture.

You can hold your head high enough and look cool enough.

Bear all that cannot be mended, and if an inward voice does not deceive me, he whom we seek..." "That was what brought me here.