Agnes Giberne, Miles Murchison (1894)
“ I said again, and before I could go on she said—"No, not your husband.""Then—Bessie," said I; and I began to shake, like as if I had got the palsy."Think," said she, and she spoke soft—"think how much happier it is for your little Bessie there—there, in sweet Paradise with our Lord! Try to think of that most. Bessie will never have any more trouble to bear. She is safe for ever and ever in His keeping. Isn't that wonderful?" said she; and it did seem so. Her words took hold of me. "And by-and-by you will meet again, won't you?" said she. "It isn't very long to wait. ”
