The important secret remained locked in my breast, but I resolved to be avenged. At least I can’t talk to them. One glance through the window at that picturesque head had been sufficient. I hate this part of the world. ’ The snaking suspicion rolled through his mind again. Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene. " "If professions of repentance constitute a Magdalene, Mrs. . Manning might go on now idealizing her as much as he liked. Believe me, the bitterness of it has almost departed, crushed out of me together with much of the weariness and sorrow I brought with me here by the nameless glory of these lonely months.
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