"Oh, aunt," I sighed, closing my eyes, "I wish I were dead!" "Hush! Geoffrey.

You brought this on yourself.

I told you how it would be." "It was so unjust," I replied with bitterness.
"And you were so rash.

You will be wiser another time." "When I am as wicked as my persecutors." "No need of quoting others, my son, while you suffer such violent passions to master you.

Listen to me, my child.