I said--oh, dreadful things." "They should have understood," murmured Kate.
"They didn't.

They said I was wicked.

They said the Evil One had entered into me.

They said I must pray God to forgive me for having killed one of his creatures! Me--! "Of course it ended in Bible verses.

Is it so strange I _loathed_ the Bible?
And every morning I had to hear myself prayed for as a wicked girl who would harm one of God's creatures.