She fixed a stern eye upon him, and said, "I wonder if you have yet placed yourself in the hands of the living God?"
"Sarah, Sarah! What shall I do?"
"Pray," she answered, and left the room.
He lay and writhed with pain and fear, and when he heard her in the next room, called to her, begging her to have pity on him.
At last she came in again.
"Sarah, why are you so harsh with me? You were never so before."
"I never before dealt with you in the right way."
"Do you suppose that this is the right way?"
"I hope so."
"Well, you know best; but you must help me, Sarah. Do not leave me now!" And he clutched her hand with the grasp of a drowning man.