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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. This was David Courtlaw, whose ways, too, had never been very different from the ways of other men as regards her sex. His eyes never left her face. “It is an annoyance, my friend,” she said, “not a tragedy. “MY DEAR DAUGHTER,” it ran,—“Here, on the verge of the season of forgiveness I hold out a last hand to you in the hope of a reconciliation. "I was," answered Sheppard. ‘You’re speaking the truth. I presume that I may not kiss you in the street?” “Certainly not, sir,” she replied, laughing. ‘It weren’t my wish, miss, I can tell you that.
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