When Claude Du Val was in Newgate thrown, He carved his name on the dungeon stone; Quoth a dubsman, who gazed on the shattered wall, "You have carved your epitaph, Claude Du Val, With your chisel so fine, tra la!" "This S wants a little deepening," mused the apprentice, retouching the letter in question; "ay, that's better. Then she called a hansom and drove home. Look at these walls. I take their life. They were those of the Irish watchman. "Plague on't!" added he: "I never meant to take your babby from you. She would write to Gerald. She allowed herself to be ejected, therefore, and retired to the parlour after cleansing the blood from her hands and her own slight wound in the kitchen. And I am grateful to you. But sadly, at Lullingstone we are too far off the coast to be of use. I will neither stir hand nor foot for you more. “He’s quite the inventor. And I affirm to you, on my own conviction, that she who falls, because she has not strength granted her to struggle with affliction, may be reclaimed,—may repent, and be forgiven,—even as she, whose sins, 'though many, were forgiven her'.
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