"Had I not been the guilty wretch I am," he cried, bursting into an agony of tears, "she would never have died thus. If I can’t talk anywhere else—I DO want an understanding. The figure of the girl upon it in plain black dress, standing with her hands behind her, was an undeniable and astonishing likeness of herself. Her mind turned to her own future, the endless trickle of years. ‘But I ain’t been idle, miss, I swear it. He was a bad dog; he knew it perfectly; but where there was laughter, there was hope. 'He that woos a maid',— fol-de-rol—(hiccupping).
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