’ ‘You mean the bookroom, miss. She took up one of her father’s novels and put it down again, fretted up to her own room for some work, sat on her bed and meditated upon the room that she was now really abandoning forever, and returned at length with a stocking to darn. And the woollen-draper departed. Of course there are, millions of them. It would not be wise to ever see your family again if you do not wish them to come to harm. To tell someone who is kind and who will understand!" "There, there!" he said. "He said, by way of comfort, I suppose, after the fright he gave me at first, that the child would find a friend within twenty-four hours, who would stand by him through life. 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'. He grabbed her legs and threw the covers from the bed.
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