When my brain says "Come!" to you, you shall cross land or sea to do my bidding.

And to that end this!' "With that he pulled open his shirt, and with his long sharp nails opened a vein in his breast.

When the blood began to spurt out, he took my hands in one of his, holding them tight, and with the other seized my neck and pressed my mouth to the wound, so that I must either suffocate or swallow some to the ...

Oh, my God! My God! What have I done?
What have I done to deserve such a fate, I who have tried to walk in meekness and righteousness all my days.

God pity me! Look down on a poor soul in worse than mortal peril.