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The poor wretch, driven by desperation to the commission of a crime which her soul abhors, is no more beyond the hope of reformation than she is without the pale of mercy. She looked at me as though I were some unclean thing, as though my soul were weighted with every sin in the calendar. The petals have fallen—the red petals we loved so. " "What is it?" asked the poor woman.
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