To-day we sow the seed; next, after a space of raving rains and winds, will follow the long, white winter of death, then some dim, sweet spring of awakening, and beyond it the fulness of all joy.
"What is there about me that it would make me ashamed that he should know; this husband to whom I must tell nothing?
I cannot think.

No other man has been anything to me.

I can remember no great sin.

I have worked, making the best of such gifts as I possess.

I have tried to do my duty, and I will do it to the end.