Well, what made me a brute and her an angel?
And when she's gone how will the brute get on without the angel?
Why should I be filled with fury and wickedness and she of whom I was born with sweetness and light?
Let God or the devil answer that if they can.

My mother, oh! my mother!" and this violent, sinister youth hid his face in his hands and wept.
Barbara sank down and down into a very whirlpool of nothingness.

Bending over it, as it were, she saw the face of her aged mother, the faces of some of her dear sisters, the face of the kindly doctor, and lastly the agonised face of her handsome son.
"Mother! Don't leave me, mother.

Mother! for God's sake come back to me, mother, or we shall never meet again.

Come back to save me!" These were the last words that Barbara heard..