“No wonder men think ill of God, whom they do not know, when they are so ready to think ill of men, whom they do know.”
“O David! how could you desert me? Can you think of all that I have suffered alone? God nor man has helped me.”
“Poor, poor Nanna!”
“If you had been ill to death, neither the words of men nor the power of the law could have kept me from your sick-bed. No, indeed! I would have risked everything to help you. Where were you at all, David?”
“The Sea Rover! That is Nicol’s ship. What did he do to you? What were you there for?”
“I was on the Sea Rover nursing your husband.”
“My God!”
“That is the truth, Nanna. I have just finished my task.”
“Who sent you?”