Why should I be afraid?
Supposing that I am mistaken, and there is something beyond, is it my fault that I cannot believe?
What have I done that I should be afraid?
I have never harmed anybody that I know of, and if I could believe I would.

I wish I had died," she went on, passionately; "it would be all over now.

I am tired of the world, tired of work and helplessness, and all the little worries which wear one out.

I am not wanted here, I have nothing to live for, and I wish that I had died!" "Some day you will think differently, Miss Granger.

There are many things that a woman like yourself can live for--at the least, there is your work." She laughed drearily.