"O God, I well know that they have no pity; have mercy Thou, and cause my dear Marie to be happy! Suffer not that that hard-hearted woman should sell her, and marry her to that bad man my Marie despises.

I well know that I am a poor creature, and not worthy that Thou shouldst listen to me, O Lord! But I love that young girl as if she were my own child, and I would give my heart's blood for her.

Oh, my God! I implore Thee to let my Marie be happy!" Then she continued, as she rose from her knees.

"Now, I have spoken, and I commit every thing to God, and He will do what is best.
She has been obliged to listen to him, and if it cannot be otherwise, he must go." Carefully old Trude unlocked both doors, and then stopped to listen.
Trude was right, there was no mercy in Frau von Werrig's heart.

"Have you finished?
Have you any thing more to say ?" she asked, in her most unsympathizing manner.
"Nothing more with our lips, but our hearts still implore you." "I do not understand this language, sir, and you have not succeeded in giving me hearing, or ears to hear with.