“By Jove!” he said, “there is something direct about you. "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. And I’ve read, and thought, and guessed, and looked—until MY innocence—it’s smirched. “But your hair,” he gasped. His little doll.
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