I don’t care what divides us. I sha'n't utter a word. " "What is it?" asked the poor woman. . She glanced at him. "Can I help you, Jack?" asked Thames, taking up a plane. " "Ay, ay," cried the jailers, laughing. 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. I offered myself as a clerk, as a milliner, as a shop girl.
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