Recent illness, fatigue, fear, and sorrow, all aided to throw me like an exhausted child upon the quiet bosom of slumber, but perhaps the most powerfully soothing opiate to my brain was the consciousness I had of a practical plan of retribution--more terrible perhaps than any human creature had yet devised, so far as I knew.

Unchristian you call me?
I tell you again, Christ never loved a woman! Had He done so, He would have left us some special code of justice..