She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. ” It took some days for this phase to pass, and it left some scars and something like a decision. ” Her mind diverged to other aspects, and another type of womanhood. You would suffer the torments of the damned for what you had done. Winifred listened to his narration with the profoundest attention; and, when it concluded, her tearful eye and throbbing bosom told how deeply her feelings had been interested. "My plan is a very simple one," rejoined the thief-taker smiling bitterly.
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