The discussion wandered, and was punctuated with bread and butter. “So far you’ve got me and I you. " "The very face," exclaimed Gay, advancing to look at it;—"with all the escapes written in it. He was a fool. It's all very well to read him a lesson, and teach him obedience; but you've gone far enough for that. Get pen and paper for the missie. And, though neither peace nor innocence can be restored to my bosom; though tears cannot blot out my offences, nor sorrow drown my shame; yet, knowing that my penitence is sincere, I do not despair that my transgressions may be forgiven. It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. Directly in range stood the strange young man, although he was at the far side of the loft. “Why did I ever take that loan? An idiot girl in an asylum would have known better than that! “Vulgarity of soul and innocence of mind—the worst of all conceivable combinations. You tried bravely enough to hide your preference, to look at us all with the same eyes, to speak to us in the same tone.
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