"You depart for Lancashire to-morrow. You will go out at once, if you please. You will find it somewhere in that book. These little squares of coloured paper interested her mightily—hotel labels. " An awful silence prevailed throughout the court. "Open my heart, Father of Mercy!" she murmured, in a humble tone, and with downcast looks, "and make me sensible of the error of my ways. “Suppose you call me by my proper name,” she said quietly. Only she hadn’t.
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