I pray God that it may come quickly--to me, not to you.

You have your life to lead; mine is finished.

I do not mean the life of my body, but the real life, that within." "I think that you are right; I grow sure of it.

But here there is nothing to be done." "Of course," she answered eagerly; "nothing.

Do you suppose that I wished to suggest such a treachery ?" "No, you are too pure and good." "Good I am not--who is ?--but I believe that I am pure." "It is bitter," groaned Morris.
"Why so?
My heart aches, and yet through the pain I rejoice, because I know that it is well with us.