"O child, the human heart _can_ suffer! It can hold more tears than the ocean holds waters. We never know how deep, how wide it is, till misery begins to unbind her clouds, and fill it with rushing blackness."
"Mother, forget."
"Forget!" she said, with the strangest spectre of a laugh. "The north pole will rush to the south, and the headlands of Europe be locked into the bays of Australia ere I forget."
"Hush, mother! Rest! Be at peace!"

"O child, the human heart can suffer! We never know how deep, how wide it is, till misery fills it with rushing blackness."
"Mother, forget."
"Forget!" she said, with the strangest laugh. "The world will change before I forget."
"Hush, mother! Rest! Be at peace!"
