"You frighten the cull out of his senses. Wood," she cried, as the staff fell from his grasp. 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. ’ She struggled.
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