Nora Quotes in First Confession
Nora, my sister, just sucked up to the old woman for the penny she got every Friday out of the old-age pension, a thing I could not do. I was too honest, that was my trouble; and when I was playing with Bill Connell…I made excuses not to let him come into the house…
She didn’t know the half of what I had to tell—if I told it. I knew I couldn’t tell it, and understood perfectly why the fellow in Mrs. Ryan’s story made a bad confession; it seemed a great shame that people wouldn’t stop criticizing him.
God, the hypocrisy of women! Her eyes were lowered, her head was bowed…You never saw such an exhibition of devotion; and I remembered the devilish malice with which she had tormented me all the way from our door…
“What’s all this about,” the priest hissed, getting angrier than ever and pushing Nora off me. “How dare you hit the child like that you little vixen?”
“Is that the little girl that was beating you just now?” he asked.
“’Tis, father,” I said.
“Someone will go for her with a bread-knife one day, and he won’t miss her,” he said, rather cryptically.
“’Tis no advantage to anybody trying to be good. I might just as well be a sinner like you.”
Nora Quotes in First Confession
Nora, my sister, just sucked up to the old woman for the penny she got every Friday out of the old-age pension, a thing I could not do. I was too honest, that was my trouble; and when I was playing with Bill Connell…I made excuses not to let him come into the house…
She didn’t know the half of what I had to tell—if I told it. I knew I couldn’t tell it, and understood perfectly why the fellow in Mrs. Ryan’s story made a bad confession; it seemed a great shame that people wouldn’t stop criticizing him.
God, the hypocrisy of women! Her eyes were lowered, her head was bowed…You never saw such an exhibition of devotion; and I remembered the devilish malice with which she had tormented me all the way from our door…
“What’s all this about,” the priest hissed, getting angrier than ever and pushing Nora off me. “How dare you hit the child like that you little vixen?”
“Is that the little girl that was beating you just now?” he asked.
“’Tis, father,” I said.
“Someone will go for her with a bread-knife one day, and he won’t miss her,” he said, rather cryptically.
“’Tis no advantage to anybody trying to be good. I might just as well be a sinner like you.”
