“You have done, my friend, a very wicked thing.”
“O sir, I know I have; but my heart is so depressed, pray do not, therefore, upbraid me now, but try and afford me some assistance.”
“I really can’t see my way to help you, especially as your enemy is so subtle.”
“But, my dear pastor, I think you can break the net in which he has caught me.”
“There is only one way of defeating him, Nat; that way is, by prayer and supplication for Divine help and guidance when the hour of your doom comes.”
“O sir, I have poured out my whole soul to my Redeemer, but I’ve received no answer to my prayer.”
“Relief, Nat, may yet come. Oh, don’t cease in your petitions to the throne of mercy.”
“I’m terribly afraid, sir, that my sins are so black, there is no hope for me.”
“While there is life, friend, there is hope; and even yet, at the eleventh hour, a way of escape may be opened to you.”
“Heaven be praised if there be, sir; but this bond is too explicit in terms, and he who holds the counterpart is too exacting, for me to hope for an escape.”