After a good deal of fruitless bother, I suddenly bethought myself of a jewel-box which had belonged to my mother—God bless her!
Mother–God bless her, down at the house is for me so strong that she never flinches or falters.
On the tiny shelf before each god, the father and mother god of the household, Dong-Yung placed her offering.
The presence of the Prince at the unveiling of the statue of his mother—God bless her soul!
Lydia was half-way up the stairs again, but at that she looked down at her mother—God!
How she had come to be that child's mother God only knows—or perhaps He had had nothing to do with it.