And none can know since when.'
"This book is to me a sacred one."
"Mother!" cried Johanna, with a voice trembling with emotion, "mother, how can you say that, while I here have the only sacred book in my hand?"
"In its own sense, that, too, is sacred; but it teaches me nothing of the deep struggles between the human heart and the laws of the state."
"Mother," cried Johanna, kneeling before her; "here is the Bible. I implore you to give up those profane books; they cannot help you. Listen to the Word of God!"
"To me he speaks through these books," answered my wife.
"Mother, we are mourning for the lost son."
"Our son is not lost; he is a sad sacrifice."
Richard entered. Mother said to him, "Read me the story from the Gospel."
"What do you refer to?" inquired Richard.