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Everything in his favour—the luck of the gods! The only white men were miles down the coast. ” “You—you did what?” Anna exclaimed. 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. " "You may see the marks on the child yourself, if you choose, Sir," urged the widow.
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