At first she raved and rambled incoherently, and Will and I feared brain fever would set in.
Then she disappeared in the night, without leaving a word or message for us, which was unlike her--and we've never heard a word of her since.
The--the river has a strange fascination for people in that condition.
At times in my life it has almost drawn _me_ into its depths--and I am not mad.

I have never been mad." "Let us hope for the best, Mrs.Rogers," said Beth.

"Somehow, I have an idea this trouble will all turn out well in the end." "Have you ?" asked the woman, earnestly.
"Yes.

It all came about through such a little thing--merely an unjust accusation." "The little things are the ones that ruin lives," she said.

"Will you let me tell you something of myself?
You have been so kind to us, my dear, that I feel you ought to know." "I shall be glad to know whatever you care to tell me," said Beth, simply.
"I am the wife of a poor farmer," began the woman, speaking softly and with some hesitation, but gaining strength as she proceeded.