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He cupped her small hands in the bowl of his large ones and reassured her in the kindest manner, saying, “You will have the finest life that Florence has to offer. “I am going,” she said grimly, with three hairpins in her mouth. And when Mr. "You are my prisoner. Wood carved the ducks; Mr. “It is an annoyance, my friend,” she said, “not a tragedy. A lucky escape. You know—I wish I could roll my little body up small and squeeze it into your hand and grip your fingers upon it. 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'.
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