My father sent me to meet you that you might have a little rest on the way.

Give me your charge, and lay your head in my lap; I will take good care of both until the sun is well risen.

I am not bitterness always, neither to all men!" Her words were terrible with temptation, for I was very weary.

And what more likely to be true! If I were, through slavish obedience to the letter of the command and lack of pure insight, to trample under my feet the very person of the Lady of Sorrow! My heart grew faint at the thought, then beat as if it would burst my bosom.
Nevertheless my will hardened itself against my heart, and my step did not falter.

I took my tongue between my teeth lest I should unawares answer, and kept on my way.