I can't explain how this awful impression grew upon me.

It was as if viewless, brutal hands had racked the emaciated form until intelligence was gone, and then, not content, would continue their vindictive work while breath remained in the body.

As my watch was prolonged this impression grew into a nightmare of horror.

The still house, the silent, white, beautiful world without, and that frail young girl tortured hour after hour under my eyes by fever and a convulsive, incessant, remorseless cough." She buried her face in her hands, and for a moment or two her voice was choked with sobs.
"Oh, Madge," cried Graydon, almost fiercely, "you anger me! I would strangle a man who harmed a hair of such a child's head.

How can I worship a God who sends or permits such a thing?
You are braver than I.I could see a man shot, but I couldn't look upon what you have described.