They then took off their boots, and crept stealthily up stairs, treading upon the point of their toes so cautiously, that not a board creaked beneath their weight. 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. The funeral procession had now approached the grave, around which many of the congregation, who were deeply interested by the sad ceremonial, had gathered. I am tired, and I want to be alone. There's one person in the house whom I wouldn't frighten for the world. “I am so very, very sorry. Raymond Plote would only be missed by his mother. " Man is a peculiar animal.
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