She never would." "Go away ?" sobbed Fanny--"go away?
I wouldn't go away from hell if she was there.

I would burn; I would hear the clankin' of chains, and groans, and screeches, and devils whisperin' in my ears what I had done wrong, for all eternity, before I'd go where they were playin' harps in heaven, if she was there.

I'd like it better, I would.

And I'd stay here if I had twenty sisters I didn't get along with, and be happier than I would be anywhere else on earth, if she was here.

But she couldn't have done it.