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It was a gray day in the spring of 1910. From the beginning. 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. He took his social pleasures once a year in Hong-Kong, after Easter. He might solve the riddle. He removed his cockaded hat, putting it down between them as he sat at the other end, placing himself at an angle and, crossing his legs, leaned back at his ease, his eyes fixed on her face. ” He looked at her gravely.
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