Still, you may be forgiven.

How many prayers you might have prayed for Robert! You might have been an invisible shield between him and temptation.

There is so much power in the prayers of unselfish love.

This room, which you describe as a tomb, or an antechamber of hell, might have been an inner sanctuary, from which blessings might flow out over the whole neighbourhood.

Silent lessons of patience might have been preached here.
Your sister's weary hands might have been strengthened.