When my strength fails me, if I can but die out quick and quiet, I shall be quite content.

I have stood between my dead and that shame I have spoken of; and it has been kept off from every one of them.

Sewed into my gown,' with her hand upon her breast, 'is just enough to lay me in the grave.

Only see that it's rightly spent, so as I may rest free to the last from that cruelty and disgrace, and you'll have done much more than a little thing for me, and all that in this present world my heart is set upon.' Mrs Betty Higden's visitor pressed her hand.

There was no more breaking up of the strong old face into weakness.