"Had I not been the guilty wretch I am," he cried, bursting into an agony of tears, "she would never have died thus. “No, I am alone,” she answered. She hesitated, and for a moment thought of omitting her second verse altogether. “We parted— that night the best of friends. "Not a syllable!" answered the carpenter, angrily. She was about to rush to his side, when she saw his clenched hands rise and fall upon the sand repeatedly.
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