Come, missy, missy, you must not take on so.

It is the best thing that could befall a man so bound up with calamity.

It is what he hath prayed for for many a year--if only it were not for you.
And now you are safe, and for sure he knows it, if the angels heed their business." With these words he withdrew, and kindly sent Suan back to me, knowing that her soothing ways would help me more than argument.

To my mind all things lay in deep confusion and abasement.

Overcome with bodily weakness and with bitter self-reproach, I even feared that to ask any questions might show want of gratitude.