Do you know, the suspense is killing me ?' 'Yes, I am so sorry for you, Phoebe: it is hard to bear, is it not?
But I could not leave your sister.

We are doing all we can to ease her sufferings, but she is very very ill.' 'Do you think that I do not know that?
She is dying! My only sister is dying!' And here her tears burst out again.

'Ah, Miss Garston, those dreadful words are coming true, after all.' 'What words, my poor Phoebe ?' And I knelt down by her side and smoothed the hair from her damp forehead.
'Oh, you know what I mean.

I have repeated them before; they haunt me day and night, and you refused to take them back.

"If we will not lie still under His hand, and learn the lesson He would teach us, fresh trials may be sent to humble us,"-- fresh trials; and, oh, my God, Susan is dying!' 'You must not say that to her nurse, Phoebe; you must try and strengthen my hands: indeed, all hope is not lost: the inflammation is very high, but who knows if your prayers may not save her ?' 'My prayers! my prayers!' covering her face while the tears trickled through her wasted fingers; 'as though God would listen to me who have been a rebel all my life.' 'Ah, but you are not rebellious now: you have fought against Him all these years, but now all His waves and billows have gone over your head, and you cannot breast them alone.' 'No, and I have deserved it all.