me to anguish, to terror. And I don’t know to whom to appeal, and have not dared to all my life. And now I am so bold as to ask you. Oh, God! What will you think of me now?” She clasped her hands. “Don’t distress yourself about my opinion of you,” said the elder. “I quite believe in the sincerity of your suffering.” “Oh, how thankful I am to you! You see, I shut my eyes and ask myself if everyone has faith, where did it come from? And then they do say that it all comes from terror at the menacing