"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. His shirt also was unbuttoned, and disclosed a neck like that of an ox, and a chest which might have served as a model for a Hercules. “I can’t see what possible benefit can come of discussing things that are settled. They had not so far been of much personal interest to Gerald, but tonight was different. I cannot go on. Her eyes filled as she thought of him, the image of his laughing countenance coming into her mind, to be swiftly followed by a vision of the blood running from his cut hand. My, um, my curfew.
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