I tell you it's too late.

I a'n't a father for her to know.

I can't be made into one.

That a'n't what I came here to talk about.

Will you write my letter, that's the question ?" "Certainly I will write for you in the way that seems to me the best.
But, Derry, 'there is a fountain opened for sin and all uncleanness.' 'The blood of Jesus Christ cleanseth us from all sin.' 'If any man be in Christ Jesus, he is a _new creature_; old things have passed away.' 'With God all things are possible.' 'Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners.' 'Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.'" As Blair spoke these words, he fixed his earnest eyes on the sailor's face, and seemed pleading for his very soul.
"There is a look about you like her, like her _up there_," said Derry, almost trembling.