“There is no hell, John Temsland. Each man, when he dies, sees the landscape of his own soul.” — Martine Leavitt Copy Share Image
If untimely death came only those who deserved that fate, Keturah, where would choice be? No one would do good for its… — Martine Leavitt Another day Copy Share Image
And so he did his endless work,' I continued quietly, 'without feeling, without pity, without rest, for to open his heart to… — Martine Leavitt Endless Copy Share Image
Tell me what it is like to die," I answered. He dismounted from his horse, looking at me strangely the whole while.… — Martine Leavitt Bread Copy Share Image
You have no dower," he said. "Live, Keturah. Go home." "But I do have a dower," I said plainly. "This is my… — Martine Leavitt Arms Copy Share Image
“If my father discovered my secret, that for some time now I have been foiling his efforts to have the hart, I… — Martine Leavitt Parenting Copy Share Image
