‘How can I be otherwise? You’re but a woman, and I am no more.’
‘They’re all kind here,’ said the woman, sobbing.
‘It is because they love God.’
‘Ah, so the parson says. Sir Watkin used to tell me the parson told lies.’
‘And you believed him?’
‘Yes—I don’t now.’
‘God is our Father, and He loves us all.’
‘What, me?’
‘Yes, you.’
‘What, me, with all my wickedness?’