I must keep your secret, and die of it, unless God sends me some relief by methods which are now beyond my power to imagine.

It is very dreadful.

Ah! now I understand how the sins of generations past have created an atmosphere of sin for those that follow.

While there is a single guilty person in the universe, each innocent one must feel his innocence tortured by that guilt.

Your deed, Miriam, has darkened the whole sky!" Poor Hilda turned from her unhappy friend, and, sinking on her knees in a corner of the chamber, could not be prevailed upon to utter another word.