"I don't want to feel better! I want to die!" she said, throwing herself over. "What should I want to live for?" What should she? The words struck father Dickson so much that he sat for a while in silence. He meditated in his mind how he could reach, with any words, that dying ear, or enter with her into that land of trance and mist, into whose cloudy circle the soul seemed already to have passed.
