Every one has been good to you; over and over the Squire has saved you from jail.

Mrs.Penhallow asked me to help you.
Try to bear what your sin has brought on you, oh! do try.

Pray God for help to bear it patiently." "I'm in hell.

What's the use of praying in hell?
Get me whisky and I'll pray." Rivers felt himself to be at the end of his resources, and that the enfeebled mind was incapable of response to any appeal to head or heart.
"I will come again," he said.

"Good-bye." "Oh, damn everybody," muttered Peter.
Rivers went out and sent Billy up to take charge.