’
Her flesh crept. 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. ”
“Tut!” he said, fuming, and put out his hand to the papers in the pink tape. White leaned forward in her chair with an anxious smile designed to throw
oil upon the troubled waters. Trees were torn up by the roots; many houses were levelled to the ground;
others were unroofed; the leads on the churches were ripped off, and "shrivelled
up like scrolls of parchment. "
Sir Rowland moved irresolutely towards the door, but recoiled before a sad
spectacle. Inhuman as he is, he would not kill her.
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