How can _we_"-- she shuddered as she spoke--"how can we go again among any innocent people ?" "My child, we _must_.

More than that, we must keep our secret, if we can, still." "But Bella?
Mother, how can I look at her--a widow--and know who I am, and who has done it ?" "Listen to me, Lucia.

My poor child, your burden has been heavy lately; do not make it heavier than it need be.

The crime and the horror are bad enough, but we have no share in them.

No; think of it reasonably.