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The Wastrel rushed. Yes, I can readily believe it. In the middle there was a gate. ‘She obviously
likes Leonardo. I stole
away and walked to the railway station. She
heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as
she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through
the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the
ground. He really deserves a
better fate, does he not? He is so beautifully persistent. It’s a tremendous blow, of course—but it doesn’t kill me. 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'. "
"I know you'll contradict it, Sir," said the widow, looking at Wood as if she
dreaded to have her fears confirmed,—"I know you will. Thinks they’re the same as soldiers. Seemed like he
knew so much—more than me, miss. “So Cheveney was her friend, you think, eh?” he remarked. There’s a hansom coming round the
corner.
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