“It is strange that we should have met Annabel,” she said. 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. “The bravest of us have joints in our armour. You must tell me what it all means. Spurling, who had been hastily compounding another bowl of punch. By this time, she had so far succeeded in calming herself, that she answered the greetings of the neighbours whom she encountered on her way to the sacred edifice—if sorrowfully, still composedly. A home MAY be a sort of cage, but still—it’s a home. And nearly all these things were fearfully ill-paid.
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