"You read it, Ruth. . “What have you done?” 212 “It is your own fault, Lucia. We have known men who have come here for no other purpose than to prove their unassailable virtue, who have strode into the arena of temptation, waving the—the what is it—the white flower of a blameless life, only to exchange it with marvellous facility for the violets of the Parisienne. ” She played with her hair. The day is already half over. I couldn’t help the thought. Clearing the few impediments in his way, he soon reached the condemned pew, where it had once been his fate to sit; and extending himself on the seat endeavoured to snatch a moment's repose. His eyes were fixed upon the tablecloth. If you noticed, our house is fairly close to the road. Our ideal had fallen.
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