Prayer will reach her where nothing else can find her.
Poor Dick, I am so sorry.

Don't look at me so; you scare me.

Try to cry; try to make a fuss; try to do anything rather than that dreadful look.
Lay your head on me, so," and lifting up the bowed head, which offered no resistance, Andy laid it gently on his arm, and smoothing back the hair from the pallid forehead, went on: "Now cry, old boy, cry with all your might;" and with his hand Andy brushed away the scalding tears which began to fall like rain from Richard's eyes.
"Better so, a great deal better than the other way.

Don't hold up till you've had it out," he kept repeating, while Richard wept, until the fountain was dry and the tears refused to flow.
"I've been a brute, Andy," he said, when at last he could speak.

"The fault was all my own.