You must sleep tonight, Kate.
Thou dost remember I love thee?
I do. List me Kate. I fear thou lookst too much upon this affliction. We must bend our thoughts towards God, not ourselves. He hath never taken a child from us. Never a one, Kate. Who might earn such grace? We have been ungrateful of God's love.
He hath cursed this family.
No. He hath taken us into a very low condition to humble us and to show us more of his grace. Was not Christ was led into the wilderness to be ill met by the devil?
We should ne'er left the plantation.
Kate...
We should never have left.
That damned church! There is naught hither.
