But what was there to say?
"Oh, Richard," I cried, "What does it all mean?
why am I so punished?
was it so very wicked to have loved him after I knew all?
Was all this allowed to come because I did that?
Answer me, tell me; tell me what you think." "No, Pauline, I don't think that was it.

Don't talk about it now.

Try to be quiet.

You are not fit to think about it now." "But, Richard, what else can it mean?
I know, I know that it is the truth.

God wouldn't have sent such a punishment upon me if he hadn't seen my sin." "It's more likely He sent it to--" and then he paused.
I know now he meant, it was more likely He had sent it to save me from the sins of others; but he had the holy charity not to say it.
"Oh," I cried, passionately, "When all the sin was mine, that he should have had to die: when he never came near me, never looked at me: when he would rather die than break his word to me.