"Great sin must be greatly punished.

To die, while I live; to be buried alive close to my nearest and dearest; to know that my sister thinks of me as dead, and is glad that I am so--" "Stop, Aunt Martha, stop!" cried Amy, with the same firm tone in which, upon a previous visit, in this room, she had dismissed the insolent shopman, "how can you say such things ?" and she stood radiant before her aunt, while Lawrence Newt looked on.
"Amy, dear, you can not understand.

Sons and daughters of evil, when we see that we have sinned, we must be brave enough to assist in our own punishment.

God's mercy enables me tranquilly to suffer the penalty which his justice awards me.

My path is very plain.