She was curious, and at the same time clearly resolved she must not hear it. —Give me the letters, my love," she added aloud, and in her most winning accents; "they're some wicked forgeries. "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. “It is like old times,” she said, “to hear these home truths.
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