She left her last words for you with me.

They were love, love...

pride in her son: thanks to God for having been thought worthy to give him birth.' 'She was one of the noble women of earth.' 'She was your mother.

Let me not speak any more.

I think I will now go.
I am rarely given to these--' The big drops were falling.
'You have not ordered your carriage ?' 'It brings me here.