It can't be; and your whole life is a failure." "Go on," Kate reiterated, never stirring, never looking at him, and white as death.
"You have fancied yourself very good, very immaculate, and thanked Heaven in an uplifted sort of way that you were not as other women, false, and mean, and sordid.

You wanted to walk through life in a pathway of roses without thorns, to a placid death, and a heritage of glory in Heaven.

The trials of common people were not for you; sorrow, and disappointment, and suffering were to pass Miss Danton by.

You were so good, and so far up in the clouds, nothing low or base could reach you.

Well, it was not to be.