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"And so, weeping still, she turned aearily, hopelessly, and I

stood to watch her bowed figure till she had crept away into the

evening and was gone"

"Thus, sirs, I drove her from me, this wounded lamb, this poor

broken-hearted maid--bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh--I drove her

from me, I who should have coht with hateful words and bitter curses Oh, was

ever sin like mine? Oh, Self, Self! In ancient times, sirs, when a

reat sin he lashed himself with cruel stripes,

but I tell you no rod, no whip ofor bit so

sharp and deep as rehways preaching always forgiveness and forgetfulness of self,

and so needs ain" The stranger rose suddenly and so stood with bent head and