If the creator drew a hero anything like himself, she would accept it as a sign that he did care a little. Every minute I spend here is an education to me. We have both tried hard to develop it—you and I —and we have failed. Her mother brewed potions to scent her hair, sweet balms of anise for her lips and hands, told her wonderful secrets, some decidedly un-Christian. She struggled fiercely not to give way. On reflection, it occurred to him that he might, perhaps, be able to loosen the iron fillet; a notion no sooner conceived than executed. Wood," urged Jack. I do not desire to extenuate my guilt—far less to defend it; but I would show you, and such as you —who, happily, are exempted from trials like mine—how much misery has to do with crime.
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