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The man himself was not a pleasant object. He took into his soul some of the father's misery, some of the daughter's, to mingle with his own. “Perhaps,” he said, “I have been to blame. Managers and accountants are always shifting about, so he tells me. We’ll be somewhere on the floor above. It was precious for two reasons: it was the photograph of her beautiful mother whom she could not remember, and it would identify her to the aunt in Hartford. It looked very patient, she thought, and a little self-satisfied. “We’ll clean up everything tidy,” said Capes. 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. "Curse him!" muttered Abraham.
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