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"I do not ask your absolution. I simply ask you to see that there is only one thing to do when we fall, and that is to get up, and go on with the life that is set in front of us, and try to do the good of which our hands are capable for the people who come in our way. That, at least, has been my path."

"What will come, will come," I said gently. "And we will face it together."

How one longs, when in love, for a glimpse of the beloved.

The heart is a crimson organ, be it within white breast or in black, and surely wickedness may dwell alike in either...