“Sooner or later, John, it will come to that. He—he has rather a poor opinion of his contemporaries. Even on cool days the gardens were colorful and
bright, with orange trees emanating sweetness and
bumblebees drunkenly weaving from flower to flower. The hour for which, presumably, she had been created was drawing
nigh. Ownership seemed only a reasonable return for the cares
and expenses of a daughter’s upbringing. I require stimulant. Instead, he was bowing to her greataunt. 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.
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