I’m not a bit afraid of anything—scandal, difficulty, struggle. 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. She was shaking violently when she entered the side door of the house. “Indeed,” she said, “I would not. She had never been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth.
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