That's the way it goes.

I say, _drink_ brandy; drink all you can, and it'll make things come easier." "O, Cassy! do pity me!" "Pity you!--don't I?
Haven't I a daughter,--Lord knows where she is, and whose she is, now,--going the way her mother went, before her, I suppose, and that her children must go, after her! There's no end to the curse--forever!" "I wish I'd never been born!" said Emmeline, wringing her hands.
"That's an old wish with me," said Cassy.

"I've got used to wishing that.

I'd die, if I dared to," she said, looking out into the darkness, with that still, fixed despair which was the habitual expression of her face when at rest.
"It would be wicked to kill one's self," said Emmeline.
"I don't know why,--no wickeder than things we live and do, day after day.

But the sisters told me things, when I was in the convent, that make me afraid to die.