"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. Playing with one hand he turned on his stool to glance at her. ‘Beg your pardon, ma’am, but she’s enough to try the patience of a saint. ” He dabbed with his paper-weight again, and spoke in an entirely indifferent tone. It was the beginning of June. To-night they say he will be conscious.
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