My whim is not satisfied yet." "I am patient." "Tell me something of yourself, to take with me when I go, for the last time.

Shall I think of you as happy in these days ?" "I am contented,"-- the words oozing from her white lips in the bitterness of truth.

"I asked God, that night, to show me my work; and I think He has shown it to me.

I do not complain.

It is a great work." "Is that all ?" he demanded, fiercely.
"No, not all.