My heart cannot take it. You are brought here that their designs may be carried into effect with greater security. But tell me how have you escaped from the confinement in which you were placed—come and sit by me—here—upon the bed—give me your hand—and tell me all about it. The prostitute’s attack was predictable, typical. Her heart's in the right place, at all events; and, since that's the case, the rest may perhaps come round, —that is, if she gets through her present illness. “Oh, I can’t thank you.
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