God punished me for it.

He was a hard God, my God." She raised herself, putting her hands upon his shoulders so that her face was very close to his.

"What has become of Him, Dad ?" she said.

She spoke in a cold voice, as one does of a false friend.
"I do not know," he answered her.

"I don't seem to care." "He must be somewhere," she said: "the living God of love and hope: the God that Christ believed in." "They were His last words, too," he answered: "'My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me ?'" "No, not His last," said Joan: "'Lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world.' Love was Christ's God.