But the next moment, and as if weakened by an instantaneous failure of vital forces, he would helplessly turn to his wife as though she could give him strength.
"Don't let it worry you so, father," she begged of him; "don't let it worry you so.

It will come out all right.

Nobody can fasten any blame on you." "Yes, they will--yes, they will, the wretches.

They hate me; they bleed me every chance they get, and now they want to humble me--ruin me.

Nobody can ever know what I have gone through.