It was long and narrow, with a ceiling supported by huge uncovered rafters, and so low as scarcely to allow a tall man like himself to stand erect beneath it. "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. "'Sdeath!" cried Jonathan, staring at the breach in the wall. There’s something—puppyish in a man’s usual attitude to women. She came to befriend the female mistresses, some who were even so audacious as to bring their children into the house. It's kind of comforting to have you there.
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