It's faith and hope--blind love, if you will, that makes me miserable.

Every day I awake believing--still believing.

The day grows, and with it doubts, fears, and that black bat hate that bites hotter and hotter into my heart.

Then comes night--I pray--I pray for all, and for myself--I sleep--and I awake free once more, trustful, faithful, to believe--to hope! Then, O my God! I grow and live a thousand years till night again!...

But if you want to see me a woman, tell me why I can't ride away--tell me what more I'm to lose--tell me the worst." "Jane, you're watched.