3. She put down the sketch-books and apparatus she had brought with her, pulled out her stool, and sat down. You tonic my liver and you tonic my soul. Leave the room! leave the house, Sir! and enter it again at your peril. "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.
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