As if _that_ did any good--or he _could_ make amends either to me or to God." "I rather hope he was as unsuccessful in the last case as in the first.
But, tell me, Molly, how does it affect you ?" "Not at all--not at all--if he has left me money, I shall not touch it.
He wasn't thinking of mother, but of his own soul at the end, and can you tell me that God would wipe out all his dreadful past just because of one instant's fear ?" Her passion, so unlike the meekness of Janet Merryweather, made him look at her wonderingly, and yet with a sympathy that kept him dumb.

It took the spirit of a Gay to match a Gay, he thought, not without bitterness.
"But why does Mr.Chamberlayne come to you now ?" he asked, when he had regained his voice.
"It is Mrs.Gay--it has always been Mrs.Gay ever since Mr.Jonathan first saw her.

She smothered his soul with her softness, and wound him about her little finger when she appeared all the time too weak to lift her hand.

That's just the kind Mr.Mullen preaches about in his sermons--the kind that rules without your knowing it.

But if she'd been bold and bad instead of soft and good, she couldn't have done half the harm!" "And Miss Kesiah ?" he asked, "had she nothing to do with it ?" "She?
Oh, her sister has drained her--there isn't an ounce of red blood left in her veins.