Nothing can wipe out what is done; what is past!' Again silence, and again the strong, gentle voice: 'God can do much! Oh my dear young friend, you who have been such a friend to me and mine, think of this.' 'God Himself can do nothing here! It is done! And that is the end!' He turned his head; it was all he could do to keep from groaning.

The old man's voice vibrated with earnest conviction as he spoke: 'You are young and strong and brave! Your heart is noble! You can think quickly in moments of peril; therefore your brain is sound and alert.
Now, may I ask you a favour?
it is not much.

Only that you will listen, without interruption, to what, if I have your permission, I am going to say.

Do not ask me anything; do not deny; do not interrupt! Only listen! May I ask this ?' 'By all means! It is not much!' he almost felt like smiling as he spoke.
Mr.Stonehouse, after a short pause, as if arranging his thoughts, spoke: 'Let me tell you what I am.

I began life with nothing but a fair education such as all our American boys get.