“YOU wouldn’t like to be independent?” he asked, abruptly. She was reasonably
certain why. “If you say so, my pet. Do you
promise to do this?"
"Solemnly," rejoined the carpenter. And I affirm to you, on my own conviction, that she who falls,
because she has not strength granted her to struggle with affliction, may be
reclaimed,—may repent, and be forgiven,—even as she, whose sins, 'though
many, were forgiven her'. Right now my heart is
occupied. But I was sorry for poor Jack—as I
am still, and hoped he would mend. I want to give you
warning that I have set myself to solve it. CHAPTER THE THIRD
THE MORNING OF THE CRISIS
Part 1
Two days after came the day of the Crisis, the day of the Fadden Dance. "Her ladyship—" faltered the attendant. She was guided into the dock and prompted by a helpful police
inspector. I was sorry for what I did afterwards; for, I don't
know why, but, poor, lady! with her pale face, and black eyes, she reminded me
of my mother.
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