Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. And, though neither peace nor innocence can be restored to my bosom; though tears cannot blot out my offences, nor sorrow drown my shame; yet, knowing that my penitence is sincere, I do not despair that my transgressions may be forgiven. “One has to live and learn,” she remarked, with a passable imitation of her father’s manner. But when she learns that you are a fugitive from justice…. But that's an infirmity shared by a great many sounder heads than mine.
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