Was it her teeth that were chattering or mine?
'I am here to end it all,' said she.

'With my hope gone, my heart laid waste, life has no prospect for me.

I believe in God, and I know that my act is sinful; but I can no more live than can a tree stricken at the root.

To-morrow he will not need to write notes; he can come and comfort you in our home.

But never let him look at me.