Who am I that I should have thought to win a crown without taking up a cross ?" "I am sorry for you." "Oh, Prue, there must be a way to save the souls of such as you, even in their blindness.

Would God make a flower like you, only to let it be lost?
There must be a way.

I shall pray until I force it from the secret heavens." "My soul will be very well, sir!" she retorted, with a distinct trace of asperity.

"I am not a heathen, I'd thank you to remember--and when I'm a wife I shall be my husband's only wife--" He winced in acutest pain.
"You have no right to taunt me so.

Else you can't know what you have meant to me.