I do try to pray, Miss Garston, I do indeed, but the words will not come.

I can only say over and over again, "Father, I have sinned against heaven and before thee," and then I stop and my heart seems breaking.' 'Well, and what can be better than that cry of your poor despairing heart to your Father! Do you think that He will not have pity on His suffering child?
Be generous in your penitence, Phoebe, and trust yourself and Susan in His hands.' 'Ah, but you do not know all,' she continued, fixing her miserable eyes on me.

'I have not been good to Susan: I have let her sacrifice her life for me, and have taken it all as a matter of course.

I made her bear all my bad tempers and never gave her a good word.

She was too tired,--ah, she was often tired,--and then she took this chill, and I made her wait on me all the same.