I begged her not to go; but oh, sir, _she is_ crazy,--and--I am no better." "My poor child," said Pere Jerome, "what you seem to want is not absolution, but relief from persecution." "Oh, father, I have committed mortal sin,--I am guilty of pride and anger." "Nevertheless," said the priest, starting toward his front gate, "we will put off your confession.

Let it go until to-morrow morning; you will find me in my box just before mass; I will hear you then.

My child, I know that in your heart, now, you begrudge the time it would take; and that is right.

There are moments when we are not in place even on penitential knees.

It is so with you now.