'Don't call me that! I mean...

For God's sake, can't you see I'm on the rack ?' 'I see it, I know it, I put and keep you there, my fingers are on the screws!' said Attwater.

'Please God, I will bring a penitent this night before His throne.

Come, come to the mercy-seat! He waits to be gracious, man--waits to be gracious!' He spread out his arms like a crucifix, his face shone with the brightness of a seraph's; in his voice, as it rose to the last word, the tears seemed ready.
Herrick made a vigorous call upon himself.

'Attwater,' he said, 'you push me beyond bearing.