Heaven is my witness that go where I may, I shall preserve those feelings unimpaired.

And it is my witness, too, that they alone impel me to the course I must take, and from which nothing now shall turn me, as I hope for mercy.' 'These are strange riddles,' said Mr Haredale.
'In this world, sir,' she replied, 'they may, perhaps, never be explained.

In another, the Truth will be discovered in its own good time.

And may that time,' she added in a low voice, 'be far distant!' 'Let me be sure,' said Mr Haredale, 'that I understand you, for I am doubtful of my own senses.

Do you mean that you are resolved voluntarily to deprive yourself of those means of support you have received from us so long--that you are determined to resign the annuity we settled on you twenty years ago--to leave house, and home, and goods, and begin life anew--and this, for some secret reason or monstrous fancy which is incapable of explanation, which only now exists, and has been dormant all this time?
In the name of God, under what delusion are you labouring ?' 'As I am deeply thankful,' she made answer, 'for the kindness of those, alive and dead, who have owned this house; and as I would not have its roof fall down and crush me, or its very walls drip blood, my name being spoken in their hearing; I never will again subsist upon their bounty, or let it help me to subsistence.